Poems begining by B
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Brighter Shone The Golden Shadows
© Louisa May Alcott
Brighter shone the golden shadows;
On the cool wind softly came
BabLockHythe
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the time of wild roses
As up Thames we travelled
Where 'mid water--weeds ravelled
The lily uncloses,
Beneath A Photoraph
© Francis Thompson
Phoebus, who taught me art divine,
Here tried his hand where I did mine;
Bird Parliament (translation of)
© Edward Fitzgerald
And first, with Heart so full as from his Eyes
Ran weeping, up rose Tajidar the Wise;
The mystic Mark upon whose Bosom show'd
That He alone of all the Birds THE ROAD
Had travell'd: and the Crown upon his Head
Had reach'd the Goal; and He stood forth and said:
Bound for Hell
© Marina Tsvetaeva
Hell, my ardent sisters, be assured,
Is where we’re bound; we’ll drink the pitch of hell—
We, who have sung the praises of the lord
With every fiber in us, every cell.
Beside The Idle Summer Sea
© William Ernest Henley
Beside the idle summer sea,
And in the vacant summer days,
Light Love came fluting down the ways,
Where you were loitering with me.
Believe It
© John Logan
There is a two-headed goat, a four-winged chicken
and a sad lamb with seven legs
whose complicated little life was spent in Hopland,
California. I saw the man with doubled eyes
who seemed to watch in me my doubts about my spirit.
Will it snag upon this aging flesh?
Bologna: A Poem About Gold
© James Wright
She looks like only the heavy deep gold
That drags thrones down
All day long on the vine.
Mary in Bologna, sunlight I gathered all morning
And pressed in my hands all afternoon
And drank all day with my golden-breasted
Bread, Hashish And Moon
© Nizar Qabbani
When the moon is born in the east,
And the white rooftops drift asleep
Bound for Sourabaya!
© Charles Henry Souter
OH, the moon shines bright, and we sail to-night,
And were bound for Sourabaya!
Bahaman
© Bliss William Carman
To T. B. M.
IN the crowd that thronged the pierhead, come to see their friends take ship
By The Fireside : The Builders
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.
Ballade Of Sleep
© Andrew Lang
Prince, ere the dark be shred
By golden shafts, ere now
And long the shadows creep:
Lord of the wand of lead,
Soft-footed as the snow,
Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep!
Business
© Edgar Albert Guest
BUSINESS is business," he said to me,
As he gave me short weight in my pound of tea.
Bottles in the Bombed City
© Les Murray
They gave the city a stroke. Its memories
are cordoned off. They could collapse on you.
Bewildering Emotions
© James Whitcomb Riley
The merriment that followed was subdued--
As though the story-teller's attitude
Backdrop addresses cowboy
© Margaret Atwood
Starspangled cowboy
sauntering out of the almost-
silly West, on your face
a porcelain grin,
tugging a papier-mâché cactus
on wheels behind you with a string,
By The Waters Of Babylon
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Here where I dwell I waste to skin and bone;
The curse is come upon me, and I waste
Break, Break, Break
© Alfred Tennyson
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
