Poems begining by B
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Because of this Modest Style
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
May you be blessed, modest, magnificent;
you have possessed the highest summit of my heart,
you who are at once the artist
of lowly and most lofty things, who bear in your hands
my life as if it was your work of art!
Boy and Egg
© Naomi Shihab Nye
Every few minutes, he wants
to march the trail of flattened rye grass
Bindweed by James McKean: American Life in Poetry #62 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Gardeners who've fought Creeping Charlie and other unwanted plants may sympathize with James McKean from Iowa as he takes on Bindweed, a cousin to the two varieties of morning glory that appear in the poem. It's an endless struggle, and in the end, of course, the bindweed wins.
Bricks And Straw
© Franklin Pierce Adams
My desk is cleared of the litter of ages;
Before me glitter the fair white pages;
Blind Joy
© Daniel Nester
Crude seeing’s all our joy: could we discern
The cold dark infinite vast where atoms burn
—Lone suns—in flesh, our treasure and our play,
Who’d dare to breathe this fern-thick bird-rich day?
Banking Coal
© Jean Toomer
Whoever it was who brought the first wood and coal
To start the Fire, did his part well;
‘Be Music, Night’
© Kenneth Patchen
Be music, night,
That her sleep may go
Where angels have their pale tall choirs
Birth Story -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
The kid asks his mum,
From where did I come,
because big things are oceans that havent been mapped as yet
© Jean de Schelandre
lets talk about small things then
the chandelier earrings i tried
at the store today
they were green
and gorgeous
Because I could not stop for Death (479)
© Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.
[Buffalo Bill 's]
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Buffalo Bill 's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Botticelli's Madonna in the Louvre
© Edith Wharton
WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, lies
On thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,
Braid Claith
© Robert Fergusson
Ye wha are fain to hae your name
Wrote in the bonny book of fame,
Let merit nae pretension claim
To laurel'd wreath,
But hap ye weel, baith back and wame,
In gude Braid Claith.
Bears at Raspberry Time
© Hayden Carruth
Fear. Three bears
are not fear, mother
and cubs come berrying
in our neighborhood
Ballad of John Cable and Three Gentlemen
© William Stanley Merwin
He that had come that morning,
One after the other,
Over seven hills,
Each of a new color,
Bathsheba's Song
© George Peele
Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
Blue Monday
© Diane Wakoski
Blue Monday. Monday at 3:00 and
Monday at 5. Monday at 7:30 and
Monday at 10:00. Monday passed under the rippling
California fountain. Monday alone
a shark in the cold blue waters.
Before A Painting By Ayvasovsky
© Hovhannes Toumanian
Rising from ocean, billows uncontrolled,
With heavy flux and reflux, beating high,
Towered up like mountains, roaring terribly;
The wild storm blew with wind gusts manifold
A mad, tempestuous race
Through endless, boundless space.
brothers
© Paul Celan
(being a conversation in eight poems between an aged Lucifer and God, though only Lucifer is heard. The time is long after.)
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