Poems begining by B
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Believe, Believe
© Bob Kaufman
Believe in this. Young apple seeds,
In blue skies, radiating young breast,
Brock
© Paul Muldoon
Small wonder
he’s not been sighted all winter;
this old brock’s
been to Normandy and back
Brother, I’ve seen some
© Kabir
This verse, says Kabir,
Is your key to the universe.
If you can figure it out.
Balloon
© John Kinsella
It didn’t happen in that order—
the endless growl of what will turn out to be
Black Vesper Pageants
© Madison Julius Cawein
The day, all fierce with carmine, turns
An Indian face towards Earth and dies;
The west, like some gaunt vase, inurns
Its ashes under smouldering skies,
Athwart whose bowl one red cloud streams,
Strange as a shape some Aztec dreams.
Between the Poles of the Conscious
© Kabir
BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:
Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway.
Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there:
Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.
All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form:
And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.
Ballade Des Enfants Sans Souci
© Joseph-Albert-Alexander Glatigny
Pour cette vie effroyable, filee
De mal, de peine, ils te disent: Merci!
Muse, comme eux, avec eux, exilee.
Ayez pitie des Enfants sans souci!
Bibo And Charon
© Matthew Prior
When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat,
As full of Champagne as an egg's full of meat,
He waked in the boat, and to Charon he said,
He would be row'd back, for he was not yet dead.
Trim the boat and sit quiet, stern Charon replied,
You may have forgot - you were drunk when you died.
Best
© Helen Hunt Jackson
Mother, I see you with your nursery light,
Leading your babies, all in white,
To their sweet rest;
Christ, the Good Shepherd, carries mine tonight,
And that is best.
By A Norfolk Broad
© Ada Cambridge
One hour ago the crimson sun, that seemed so long a-drowning, sank.
The summer day is all but done. Our boat is moored beneath the bank.
I bask in peace, content, replete-my faithful comrade at my feet.
Book Of Suleika - Suleika's Love
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Fair was she, and so great was their pleasure.
But that thou, who awaitedst me long,
Youthful glances of fire dost throw me,
Soon wilt bless me, thy love now dost show me,
This shall my joyous numbers proclaim,
Thee I for ever Suleika shall name.
Blind Mary
© Thomas Osborne Davis
There flows from her spirit such love and delight,
That the face of Blind Mary is radiant with light--
As the gleam from a homestead through darkness will show
Or the moon glimmer soft through the fast falling snow.
By The Seaside : Sir Humphrey Gilbert
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Southward with fleet of ice
Sailed the corsair Death;
Wild and gast blew the blast,
And the east-wind was his breath.
Book Of Parables - From Heaven There Fell Upon The Foaming Wave
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
But God, its modest boldness to reward,
Strength to the drop and firm endurance gave.
Its form the mussel captive took,
Ben Nevis: A Dialogue
© John Keats
There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago -- true she had her servants -- but then she had her self. She ought to have hired Sisyphus, -- "Up the high hill he heaves a huge round -- Mrs. Cameron." 'Tis said a little conversation took place between the mountain and the Lady. After taking a glass of W[h]iskey as she was tolerably seated at ease she thus began --
Mrs. C.
Book Ninth [Residence in France]
© William Wordsworth
EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed
By The Riverside
© John Crowe Ransom
A GREAT green spread of meadow land,
(Must rest his weight on an ample base),
