Poems begining by B
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Blanche And Nell
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OH, Blanche is a city lady,
Bedecked in her silks and lace:
She walks with the mien of a stately queen,
And a queen's imperious grace.
Baby's Got A Tooth
© Edgar Albert Guest
The telephone rang in my office to-day,
as it often has tinkled before.
Banalata Sen
© Jibanananda Das
I remember her hair dark as night at Vidisha,
Her face an image of Sravasti as the pilot,
Undone in the blue milieu of the sea,
Never twice saw the earth of grass before him,
I have seen her, Banalata Sen of Natore.
Beauty Arise
© Thomas Dekker
Beauty arise, Beauty arise, thy glorious lights display,
Whilst we sing Io, glad to see this day.
Io, Io, to Hymen, Io, Io, sing ;
Of wedlock, love, and youth is Hymen king.
Be Lost In The Call
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.
Broken Vase
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
The vase where this verbena is dying
was cracked by a blow from a fan.
It must have barely brushed it,
for it made no sound.
Blind
© Harry Kemp
The Spring blew trumpets of color,
Her green song in my brain . . .
I heard a blind man groping,
Tap-tap with his cane;
Birdsong
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I'm just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Please universal soul, practice
some song or something through me!
Ballade Of The Southern Cross
© Andrew Lang
Britannia, when thy hearth's a-cold,
When o'er thy grave has grown the moss,
Still Rule Australia shall be trolled
In Islands of the Southern Cross!
Ballad
© Jonathan Swift
A WONDERFUL age
Is now on the stage:
I'll sing you a song, if I can,
How modern Whigs,
Dance forty-one jigs,
But God bless our gracious Queen Anne.
Brothers, let us glorify freedoms twilight
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Brothers, let us glorify freedoms twilight
the great, darkening year.
Into the seething waters of the night
heavy forests of nets disappear.
O Sun, judge, people, your light
is rising over sombre years
But Listen, I Am Warning You
© Anna Akhmatova
But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
By The Camp Fire
© Ada Cambridge
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide;
The purple hill-tops, one by one, were strangely lit and glorified;
And yet how sweet the night has grown, with palest starlights dimly sown!
Because The Pleasure-Bird Whistles
© Dylan Thomas
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?
Ballatetta
© Ezra Pound
The light became her grace and dwelt among
Blind eyes and shadows that are formed as men;
Lo, how the light doth melt us into song:
Beauty Fades
© Theocritus
The rose is beauteous, but time causes it to fade;
The violet is fair in spring,
And quickly grows out of date;
The lily is white, fading when it droops;
Birds Of Passage
© Peter McArthur
WHEN the maples flame with crimson
And the nights are still with frost,
