Poems begining by D
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Deutsch Ist Ein Urwald
© Heinrich Federer
Französisch ist ein edler Park, Italienisch
ein großer, heller, bunter Wald.
Dawn Wind
© Lola Ridge
I see you
Shaking that flower at me with soft invitation
And frisking away,
Deliciously rumpling the grass…
Doors Of The Temple
© Aldous Huxley
Many are the doors of the spirit that lead
Into the inmost shrine:
Davideis: A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David (excerpt)
© Abraham Cowley
BOOK I (excerpt)
I sing the man who Judah's sceptre bore
Deniall
© George Herbert
When my devotions could not pierce
Thy silent ears;
Then was my heart broken, as was my verse:
My breast was full of fears
And disorder:
Don Juan's Serenade
© Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
Darkness descends
on Alpujara's golden land.
My guitar invites you,
come out my dear!
Dialogue
© Nizar Qabbani
Do not say my love was
A ring or a bracelet.
My love is a siege,
Is the daring and headstrong.
Who, searching sail out to their death.
Dim by Jim Daniels: American Life in Poetry #34 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
In this poem by Pittsburgh resident Jim Daniels, a father struggles to heal his son’s grief after an incident at school. The poem reminds us that when we’re young little things can hurt in a big way.
Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Then Turpin died in service of Charlon,
In battle great and eke great orison;--
'Gainst Pagan host alway strong champion;
God grant to him His holy benison.
De Amore
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Shall one be sorrowful because of love,
Which hath no earthly crown,
Denial
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd like to give 'em all they askit hurts to have to answer, "No,"
And say they cannot have the things they tell me they are wanting so;
Deus Misereatur
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
PLEASANT the ways whereon our feet were led,
Sweet the young hills, the valleys of content,
But now the hours of dew and dream have fled.
Lord, we are spent.
Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori
© Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Dieu! Qu'il La Fait
© Ezra Pound
FROM CHARLES D'ORLEANS
God! that mad'st her well regard her,
How she is so fair and bonny;
For the great charms that are upon her
Ready are all folks to reward her.
Dream Song 10
© John Berryman
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come
that would be no vote. There would come a rope.
Yes. There would come a rope.
Men have their hats down. "Dancing in the Dark"
will see him up, car-radio-wise. So many, some
won't find a rut to park.
Die Mutter
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Strenge Phyllis dich zu kuessen,
Dich ein einzigmal zu kuessen,
Dover Cliffs
© William Lisle Bowles
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood
Uprear their shadowing heads, and at their feet
