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Death at the Window

© Robert Fuller Murray

This morning, while we sat in talk
Of spring and apple-bloom,
Lo! Death stood in the garden walk,
And peered into the room.

Dark spring

© Yvor Winters

My very breath
Disowned
In nights of study,
And page by page
I came on spring.

Dread

© John Millington Synge

Beside a chapel I'd a room looked down,
Where all the women from the farms and town,
On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass
To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass.

Dreams

© Lola Ridge

Men die…

Dreams only change their houses.

Day And Night

© Sara Teasdale

IN Warsaw in Poland
Half the world away,
The one I love best of all
Thought of me to-day;

Dr. Johnson's Picture Cow

© Edgar Albert Guest

Got a sliver in my hand

An' it hurt t' beat the band,

Well I'm not askin' you to do things my way I'm not tellin' you to do what I say
I'm not tellin' you to grab a lotta things that you're missin' it would be nice to listen
But you go and you dance to it xour box slot slop around and prance right through it
When the end comes you'll say nobody gave you a chance
But all you wanna do is dance dance dance dance dance dance yeah

Deep In The Forest

© Madison Julius Cawein

Ah, shall I follow, on the hills,
The Spring, as wild wings follow?
Where wild-plum trees make wan the hills,
Crabapple trees the hollow,
Haunts of the bee and swallow?

Drought

© William Henry Ogilvie

I have withered the grass where my hot hoofs tread,
I have whitened the sapless trees,
I have driven the faint-heart rains ahead
To hide in their soft green seas.

Dream Song 19

© John Berryman

Here, whence
all have departed orwill do, here airless, where
that witchy ball
wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a green living
drops limply into one's hands
without pleasure or interest

Dear Love, Do You Remember?

© Julia A Moore

Dearest one, do you remember,

As we sat side by side,

Decline And Fall

© John Frederick Nims

Cornice rose in ranges, rose so high
It saw no sky, that forum, but noon sky.
Marble shone like shallows; columns too
Streamed with cool light as rocks in breakers do.

Drought Year

© Judith Wright

That time of drought the embered air
burned to the roots of timber and grass.
The crackling lime-scrub would not bear
and Mooni Creek was sand that year.
The dingo's cry was strange to hear.

Dusk In June

Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

Drovers Twain

WHERE was no shadow on the land,
No cloud in heaven's dome,
When, bearded man and beardless boy,
Our hearts alight with morning joy,

Der Groesste Mann

Lasst uns den Priester Orgon fragen:
Wer ist der groesste Mann?
Mit stolzen Mienen wird er sagen.
Wer sich zum kleinsten machen kann.

Dagon Before The Ark

© John Newton

When first to make my heart his own,
The Lord revealed his mighty grace;
Self reigned, like Dagon, on the throne,
But could not long maintain its place.