Poems begining by B
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Basil Moss
© Henry Kendall
SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song
Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tracts
Bible Defense of Slavery
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Take sackcloth of the darkest dye,
And shroud the pulpits round!
Servants of Him that cannot lie,
Sit mourning on the ground.
Black Earth
© Marianne Clarke Moore
Openly, yes,
With the naturalness
Of the hippopotamus or the alligator
When it climbs out on the bank to experience the
Breitmann As An Uhlan. I. The Vision.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
GOTTS blitz! blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod!
Vot shimmers in de mitnacht roth?
Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain,
Trowin dead light on eart acain:-
Ballade Of Aucassin
© Andrew Lang
Prince, 'tis a melancholy lay!
For youth, for love we both regret.
How fair they seem, how far away,
With Aucassin and Nicolette!
Bread
© William Stanley Merwin
for Wendell Berry
Each face in the street is a slice of bread
wandering on
searching
Bathed In War's Perfume
© Walt Whitman
BATHED in war's perfume-delicate flag!
(Should the days needing armies, needing fleets, come again,)
Baby Lies So Fast Asleep
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Baby lies so fast asleep
That we cannot wake her:
Bricks and Straw
© Edwin Morgan
My desk is cleared of the litter of ages;
Before me glitter the fair white pages;
Burns
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
WILD ROSE of Alloway! my thanks:
Thou 'mindst me of that autumn noon
When first we met upon "the banks
And braes o'bonny Doon."
Beautiful Dreamer Serenade
© Stephen C. Foster
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!
Becoming a Redwood
© Dana Gioia
Stand in a field long enough, and the sounds
start up again. The crickets, the invisible
toad who claims that change is possible,
Brothers-American Drama
© James Weldon Johnson
See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines
In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs
Of some wild animal caught in the hunter’s trap.
Boy Breaking Glass
© Gwendolyn Brooks
“Don’t go down the plank
if you see there’s no extension.
Each to his grief, each to
his loneliness and fidgety revenge.
Nobody knew where I was and now I am no longer there.”
Burying Friends
© Kenneth Slessor
BURYING friends is not a pomp,
Not, indeed, Roman:
Lacking the monument,
Heroic stone;
Burning the Old Year
© Naomi Shihab Nye
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
Beowulf
© Charles Baudelaire
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
