Poems begining by B
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Benediction
© Rabindranath Tagore
Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of
heaven for our earth.
He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his
mother's face.
Beggarly Heart
© Rabindranath Tagore
When the heart is hard and parched up,
come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life,
come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from
beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner,
Baby's World
© Rabindranath Tagore
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very
own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Baby's Way
© Rabindranath Tagore
If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
Battle Hymn of the Republic
© Julia Ward Howe
He has sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat,
He has waked the earth's dull sorrow with a high ecstatic beat,
Oh! be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet
Our God is marching on.
Blake's Sunflower
© Elizabeth Smart
1Why did Blake say
'Sunflower weary of time'?
Every time I see them
they seem to say
Back Bedroom Baroque
© Liam Wilkinson
The Flautist can hardly raise his elbow
above the Harpsichordists shoulders,
crammed as they are between several
Violinists and an antique dresser.
Bereavement
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
Bells, Pool And Sleep
© Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Bells overbrim with sound
And spread from cupolas
Out through the shaking air
Endless unbreaking circles
Cool and clear as water.
Birch Tree
© Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
Is Narcissus in love
With the slight white branches,
Black Morning Lovesong
© Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
And the question finds no answer
And the tune misleads the dancer
And the lost look finds no other
And the lost hand finds no brother
And the word is left unspoken
Till the theme and thread are broken.
Black On Black
© Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Serrations of chimneys
Stone-black perforate
Velvet-black dark.
A tree coils in core of darkness.
Betrayal
© Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
If a man says half himself in the light, adroit
Way a tune shakes into equilibrium,
Or approximates to a note that never comes:
Buying Stock
© Denise Duhamel
"...The use of condoms offers substantial protection, but does not
guarantee total protection and that while
there is no evidence that deep kissing has resulted in
transfer of the virus, no one can say that such transmission
would be absolutely impossible."
Buddhist Barbie
© Denise Duhamel
In the 5th century B.C.
an Indian philosopher
Gautama teaches "All is emptiness"
and "There is no self."
Behold, from the land of the farther suns
© Stephen Crane
Behold, from the land of the farther suns
I returned.
And I was in a reptile-swarming place,
Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces,
Blustering God
© Stephen Crane
If Thou canst see into my heart
That I fear Thee not,
Thou wilt see why I fear Thee not,
And why it is right.
So threaten not, Thou, with Thy bloody spears,
Else Thy sublime ears shall hear curses.
Behold, the grave of a wicked man
© Stephen Crane
Now, this is it --
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?
Black riders came from the sea.
© Stephen Crane
Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield,
And clash and clash of hoof and heel,
Wild shouts and the wave of hair
In the rush upon the wind:
Thus the ride of sin.
Barnfloor and Winepress
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
In Joseph's garden they threw by
The riv'n Vine, leafless, lifeless, dry:
On Easter morn the Tree was forth,
In forty days reach'd heaven from earth;
Soon the whole world is overspread;
Ye weary, come into the shade.
