Poems begining by C
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Cuckoo In The Pear-Tree
© William Brighty Rands
The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree,
Cuckoo!
Raining or snowing, nought cared he.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he.
Clinging Back
© Henry Lawson
When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,
Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, and a belt and cabbagetree,
Civilization
© Arthur Henry Adams
One moment mankind rides the crested wave,
A moment glorious, beyond recall;
Cutting Hair by Minnie Bruce Pratt: American Life in Poetry #190 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004
© Ted Kooser
Occupational hazards, well, you have to find yourself in the occupation to know about those. Here Minnie Bruce Pratt of Alabama gives us an inside look at a kind of work we all have benefited from but may never have thought much about.
Cutting Hair
Convalescent
© Ambrose Bierce
What! "Out of danger?" Can the slighted Dame
Or canting Pharisee no more defame?
Christmas: 1915
© Percy MacKaye
Christ! What shall be delivered to the morn
Out of these pangs, if ever indeed another
Morn shall succeed this night, or this vast mother
Survive to know the blood-spent offspring, torn
From her racked flesh?-What splendour from the smother?
What new-wing'd world, or mangled god still-born?
Cantos Nuevos -- With Translation
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Dice la tarde: "¡Tengo sed de sombra!"
Dice la luna: "¡Yo, sed de luceros!"
La fuente cristalina pide labios
y suspira el viento.
Coombe-Ellen
© William Lisle Bowles
Call the strange spirit that abides unseen
In wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,
Commission
© Ezra Pound
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Compensation
© Celia Thaxter
In that new world toward which our feet are set,
Shall we find aught to make our hearts forget
Cat
© Emily Dickinson
She sights a Bird she chuckles
She flattens then she crawls
She runs without the look of feet
Her eyes increase to Balls
Composure
© Charles Baudelaire
Lighten up, you bitch, stop being so bitter.
You lobbied for night. It falls. Right here.
The air, a haziness, wimples the town.
Peace for some, for the others the jitters.
Cheery Old Age.
© Robert Crawford
The old man is not miserable, nay, cheery
For such a grey old fellow. Life's still good,
And he at many points is yet in touch
With the material; and what if now
Contrasted Songs: Song Of Margaret
© Jean Ingelow
Ay, I saw her, we have met,
Married eyes how sweet they be
Chorus from Mariam
© Elizabeth Carew
TIS not enough for one that is a wife
To keep her spotless from an act of ill;
But from suspicion she should free her life,
And bare herself of power as well as will,
Tis not so glorious for her to be free,
As by her proper self restraind to be.
Childhood Alone Is Glad
© Charles Heavysege
Childhood alone is glad. With it time flees
In constant mimes and bright festivities.
Contrition
© George MacDonald
Out of the gulf into the glory,
Father, my soul cries out to be lifted.
Dark is the woof of my dismal story,
Thorough thy sun-warp stormily drifted!-
Out of the gulf into the glory,
Lift me, and save my story.
Community
© John Donne
Good we must love, and must hate ill,
For ill is ill, and good good still ;
But there are things indifferent,
Which wee may neither hate, nor love,
But one, and then another prove,
As we shall find our fancy bent.
