Poems begining by C
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Coda
© Ted Hughes
A strong song tows
us, long earsick.
Blind, we follow
rain slant, spray flick
to fields we do not know.
Captain Hook
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Captain Hook must remember
Not to scratch his toes.
Captain Hook must watch out
And never pick his nose.
Casa Sin Alma
© James Russell Lowell
Silencioso por la puerta
Voy de su casa desierta
Do siempre feliz entre,
Y la encuentro en vano abierta
Cual la boca de una muerta
Despues que el alma se fue.
Caelica 22: [I, with whose colours Myra dress’d her head]
© Fulke Greville
I, with whose colours Myra dress’d her head,
I, that ware posies of her own hand-making,
I, that mine own name in the chimneys read
By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking:
Must I look on, in hope time coming may
With change bring back my turn again to play?
Cage,
© Michael Donaghy
This poem originally appeared in the June 1990 issue of Poetry. See it in its original context.
Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop
© William Butler Yeats
I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
'Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul sty.'
Christabel
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
She stole along, she nothing spoke,
The sighs she heaved were soft and low,
And naught was green upon the oak
But moss and rarest misletoe:
She kneels beneath the huge oak tree,
And in silence prayeth she.
Camouflaging the Chimera
© Yusef Komunyakaa
We tied branches to our helmets.
We painted our faces & rifles
with mud from a riverbank,
Care of Birds for their Young
© James Thomson
As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,
Not to be tempted from her tender task,
Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth delight,
Tho' the whole loosen'd spring around her blows,
Christmas,1870
© Alfred Austin
Heaven strews the earth with snow,
That neither friend nor foe
May break the sleep of the fast-dying year;
A world arrayed in white,
Late dawns, and shrouded light,
Attest to us once more that Christmas-tide is here.
Content and Rich
© Robert Southwell
I dwell in Grace's court,
Enriched with Virtue's rights;
Faith guides my wit, Love leads my will,
Hope all my mind delights.
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky
© John Dryden
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,
And the new budding flowers did spring,
Corona Inutilis
© James Lister Cuthbertson
I TWINED a wreath of heather white
To bind my ladys hair,
Cleopatra.
© Robert Crawford
The asp, her baby, on her breast,
She falls asleep,
Ever, like Antony, to rest
While Nile shall keep
Convergences
© Donald Hall
At sixteen he dismisses his mother with contempt.
She hears with dread the repulsive wave’s approach
and her fifty-year-old body smothers under water.
Chicago Poem
© Lew Welch
I lived here nearly 5 years before I could
meet the middle western day with anything approaching
