Poems begining by B
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Breitmann In Forty-Eight
© Charles Godfrey Leland
DERE woned once a studente,
All in der Stadt Paris,
Whom jeder der ihn kennte,
Der rowdy Breitmann hiess.
Barn Owl
© Gwen Harwood
Daybreak: the household slept.
I rose, blessed by the sun.
A horny fiend, I crept
out with my father's gun.
Let him dream of a child
obedient, angel-mind-
Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain
© Conrad Aiken
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.
Let us discover some new alphabet,
For this, the often praised; and be ourselves,
The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf,
Black Pine Tree In An Orange Light
© Sylvia Plath
Tell me what you see in it :
The pine tree like a Rorschach-blot
black against the orange light :
Brotherhood
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
God, what a world, if men in street and mart,
Felt that same kinship of the human heart,
Which makes them, in the face of fire and flood,
Rise to the meaning of True Brotherhood.
By Their Works
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Call him not heretic whose works attest
His faith in goodness by no creed confessed.
Whatever in love's name is truly done
To free the bound and lift the fallen one
Burning Drift-Wood
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
And see, with every waif I burn,
Old dreams and fancies coloring it,
And folly's unlaid ghosts return.
Barclay Of Ury
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Up the streets of Aberdeen,
By the kirk and college green,
Rode the Laird of Ury;
Close behind him, close beside,
Foul of mouth and evil-eyed,
Pressed the mob in fury.
Barbara Frietchie
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,Fair as the garden of the Lord
Book Of Suleika - Suleika 02
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT is by this stir reveal'd?
Doth the East glad tidings bring?
Born Brothers
© Mark van Doren
Nor do born brothers judge, as good or ill,
Their being. Each consents and is the same,
Or suddenly sweet winds turn into flame
And floods are on us--fire, earth, water, air
All hideously parted, as his will
Withdraws, no longer fatherly and there.
By the Sea
© Henry Kendall
The Caves of the sea have been troubled to-day
With the water which whitens, and widens, and fills;
Behind The Gates Of The Wealthy
© Du Fu
Behind the gates of the wealthy
food lies rotting from waste
Outside it's the poor
who lie frozen to death
Before a Midnight Breaks in Storm
© Rudyard Kipling
Before a midnight breaks in storm,
Or herded sea in wrath,
Byron
© Joaquin Miller
IN men whom men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still,
In men whom men pronounce divine
I find so much of sin and blot,
I do not dare to draw a line
Between the two, where God has not.
Book Sixth [Cambridge and the Alps]
© William Wordsworth
A passing word erewhile did lightly touch
On wanderings of my own, that now embraced
With livelier hope a region wider far.
Big Hair
© David Lehman
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went on a lingerie
tear, wanting to look like a moll
in a Chandler novel. Dinner, consisting of three parts gin
and one part lime juice cordial, was a prelude to her hair.
There are, she said, poems that can be written
only when the poet is clad in black underwear.
Baby Lazarus
© Jackie Kay
A week later I stood at my window
And saw the ground move
And swell the promise of a crop;
That's when she started crying.
