Poems begining by B
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buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound.
© Edward Estlin Cummings
buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound.
Turn
gert
(spin!
but the other
© Edward Estlin Cummings
but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate rain
fell as it will
but if a living dance upon dead minds
© Edward Estlin Cummings
but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
because it's
© Edward Estlin Cummings
because it'sSpring
thingSdare to do people(& not
the other wayround)because it's A
prilLives lead their ownpersons(in
between the breasts
© Edward Estlin Cummings
between the breasts
of bestial
Marj lie large
men who praise
because i love you)last night
© Edward Estlin Cummings
clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;
By the Pool of the Third Rosses
© Arthur Symons
I heard the sighing of the reed
In the grey pool in the green land,
The sea-wind in the long reeds sighing
Between the green hill and the sand.
By Loe Pool
© Arthur Symons
The pool glitters, the fishes leap in the sun
With joyous fins, and dive in the pool again;
I see the corn in sheaves, and the harvestmen,
And the cows coming down to the water one by one.
By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa
© Billy Collins
All afternoon I have been struggling
to communicate in Italian
with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun
to resemble the two male characters
Ballade of Dead Actors
© William Ernest Henley
Where are the passions they essayed,
And where the tears they made to flow?
Where the wild humours they portrayed
For laughing worlds to see and know?
Between the Dusk of a Summer Night
© William Ernest Henley
Between the dusk of a summer night
And the dawn of a summer day,
We caught at a mood as it passed in flight,
And we bade it stoop and stay.
Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days
© Ted Hughes
He gives her her skin
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her
She weeps with fearfulness and astonishment
Behold this Swarthy Face.
© Walt Whitman
BEHOLD this swarthy facethese gray eyes,
This beardthe white wool, unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;
Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly on the lips with
By Broad Potomacs Shore.
© Walt Whitman
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BY broad Potomacs shoreagain, old tongue!
(Still utteringstill ejaculatingcanst never cease this babble?)
Again, old heart so gayagain to you, your sense, the full flush spring returning;
Bivouac on a Mountain Side.
© Walt Whitman
I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting;
Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of summer;
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt in places, rising high;
Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes, dingily seen;
Base of all Metaphysics, The.
© Walt Whitman
AND now, gentlemen,
A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,
As base, and finale too, for all metaphysics.
Behavior.
© Walt Whitman
BEHAVIORfresh, native, copious, each one for himself or herself,
Nature and the Soul expressedAmerica and freedom expressedIn it the finest
art,
In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy, to have their chance,
Beginners.
© Walt Whitman
HOW they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals;)
How dear and dreadful they are to the earth;
How they inure to themselves as much as to anyWhat a paradox appears their age;
How people respond to them, yet know them not;
