Poems begining by B
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Buick
© Karl Shapiro
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine
And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she leans,
Leaning and laughing, my warm-hearted beauty, you ride, you ride,
You tack on the curves with parabola speed and a kiss of goodbye,
Like a thoroughbred sloop, my new high-spirited spirit, my kiss.
Book Fifth-Books
© William Wordsworth
There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,
Blood Road
© Katharine Lee Bates
The Old Year groaned as he trudged away,
His guilty shadow black on the snow,
And the heart of the glad New Year turned grey
At the road Time bade him go.
Bonnie Lesley
© Robert Burns
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the Border?
She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
Book Of Suleika - Hatem 02
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
O, SAY, 'neath what celestial sign
The day doth lie,
Bronx
© Joseph Rodman Drake
I SAT me down upon a green bank-side,
Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river,
Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide,
Like parting friends who linger while they sever;
Enforced to go, yet seeming still unready,
Backward they wind their way in many a wistful eddy.
By The Side Of The Grave Some Years After
© William Wordsworth
LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat
But benefits, his gift, we trace--
Expressed in every eye we meet
Round this dear Vale, his native place.
Before The Rain
© Madison Julius Cawein
Within the world these sounds were heard alone,
Save when the ruffian wind swept from the sky,
Making each tree like some sad spirit sigh;
Or shook the clumsy beetle from its weed,
That, in the drowsy darkness, bungling by,
Sharded the silence with its feverish speed.
Between Hurricanes
© Belinda Subraman
As we slide into the 3rd world we have created,
running from hurricanes,
with our SS# indelibly inked on our arms
storms swell and swallow our control.
Book Passion
© Belinda Subraman
I dreamed I was eating
a book.
It was made from 8 by 12 slabs
one inch deep.
Beauty.
© Robert Crawford
He came upon her with a soul athirst
For Beauty, and she unveiled all to him,
As if in an imaginary light
Revealing all her wondrous rarity,
bad for ears
© Rg Gregory
the song wasn't up to the task
of getting through the double-glazing
into the ears pressed on the outside pane
the rest of their bodies had faded away but
bird of fire - a caution
© Rg Gregory
the dream of the white bird flying
offers a freedom as tasty as nectar
how our lips purse to the goddesss pap
at the want of such swoops through the air
By An Autumn Stream
© Archibald Lampman
Now overhead,
Where the rivulet loiters and stops,
The bittersweet hangs from the tops
Of the alders and cherries
Its bunches of beautiful berries,
Orange and red.
bluefish
© Rg Gregory
the bluefish was surprised
i was there to greet itthis world it said is mine
it feeds on bluenessfor the first time in my life
i felt i'd found my truthbluefish i cried in joy
Babel
© Lola Ridge
Oh, God did cunningly, there at Babel -
Not mere tongues dividing, but soul from soul,
So that never again should men be able
To fashion one infinite, towering whole.
blue dress
© Rg Gregory
i can see through the blue
dress when you stand
in the doorway - the light
come indoors softly like
