Poems begining by D
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Diya
© Amy Lowell
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night!
See where it casts the shadow of that tree
Das Paradies
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Sein Glueck fuer einen Apfel geben,
O Adam, welche Luesternheit!
Statt deiner haett ich sollen leben,
So waer das Paradies noch heut.--
Daylight Saving in Cactus Center
© Arthur Chapman
Down here in Cactus Center we believe in savin' time;
Unlike the waste of powder, wastin' daylight is a crime;
Daylight Dreamer
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Here's the half-finished painting of a girl that I started last December
Here's the first three pages of my novel bout I don't really remember
Here's my Martin guitar that I never quite learned how to play
That's the daylight dreamer wishful thinker's way
Despised And Rejected
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Friend, My Feet bleed.
Open thy door to Me and comfort Me.'
I will not open, trouble me no more.
Go on thy way footsore,
I will not rise and open unto thee.
Don Juan: Dedication
© George Gordon Byron
Bob Southey! You're a poet-Poet-laureate,
And representative of all the race;
Davie Gellatley's Song
© Sir Walter Scott
Young men will love thee more fair and more fast;
Heard ye so merry the little bird sing?
Old men's love the longest will last,
And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing.
Denial
© Margaret Widdemer
Never your footsteps where mine trod,
Never my words to you
And it all would have been so simple for God,
So slight a thing to do!
Durer's 'Melencholia'
© Edward Dowden
THE bow of promise, this lost flaring star,
Terror and hope are in mid-heaven; but She,
David
© John Le Gay Brereton
Eternal cold of silence, where each sound
Dies in its birth, and Deaths pale henchmen meet
Death's Final Conquest
© James Shirley
The glories of our birth and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
Dante. (Sonnet VII.)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What should be said of him cannot be said;
By too great splendor is his name attended;
Description Of A Lost Friend
© Caroline Norton
FROM THE MORNING POST.
LOST--near the 'Change in the city,
(I saw there a girl that seemed pretty)
'Joe Steel,' a short, cross-looking varlet,
Dedication
© Henry Timrod
Do you recall -- I know you do --
A little gift once made to you --
A simple basket filled with flowers,
All favorites of our Southern bowers?
Die Schlafende Laura
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Nachlaessig hingestreckt,
Die Brust mit Flor bedeckt,
Dear Motherland Of France
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE
Our Motherland, dear Motherland,
