Poems begining by D
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Downward, Through The Blooming Roofage
© Charles Harpur
Downward, through the blooming roofage
Of a lonely forest bower,
Come the yellow sunbeams,falling
Like a burning shower:
Death Of Queen Mercedes
© James Russell Lowell
Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow,--
Youth, Beauty, Love, a crown, the beckoning years,
Dark Wood, Dark Water
© Sylvia Plath
This wood burns a dark
Incense. Pale moss drips
In elbow-scarves, beards
Dead Butterfly
© Ellen Bass
For months my daughter carried
a dead monarch in a quart mason jar.
To and from school in her backpack,
to her only friend’s house. At the dinner table
it sat like a guest alongside the pot roast.
She took it to bed, propped by her pillow.
Dolcino To Margaret
© Charles Kingsley
The world goes up and the world goes down,
And the sunshine follows the rain;
And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown
Can never come over again,
Sweet wife:
No, never come over again.
De Catone
© Richard Lovelace
The world orecome, victorious Caesar, he
That conquer'd all, great Cato, could not thee.
Death.
© Robert Crawford
The natural death we each night undergo
Should teach us that our passing's but a sleep,
Which we beyond the body's shadow may,
Even as a garment of the day we doff,
Put off for ever, being then no more
Nor less, indeed, than we have been before.
Digging 2
© Edward Thomas
To-day I think
Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken, and wild carrot's seed,
And the square mustard field;
Desertion
© Rupert Brooke
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone,
And the way was laid so certainly, that, when I'd gone,
Domestic Violence
© Eavan Boland
It was winter, lunar, wet. At dusk
Pewter seedlings became moonlight orphans.
Pleased to meet you meat to please you
said the butcher's sign in the window in the village.
Descend To Thy Jerusalem, O Lord!
© Jeremy Taylor
"Descend to thy Jerusalem, O Lord!"
Her faithful children cry with one accord;
Come, ride in triumph on! behold we lay
Our guilty lusts and proud wills in thy way!
Dinghies
© John Blight
Dinghies, those disreputable carts of the sea,
Driverless, and horseless, idle on the mud;
Drought And Doctrine.
© James Brunton Stephens
COME, take the tenner, doctor . . . yes, I know the bill says "five,"
But it ain't as if you'd merely kep' our little 'un alive;
