Poems begining by D
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Dogs Are Shakespearean, Children Are Strangers
© Delmore Schwartz
Dogs are Shakespearean, children are strangers.
Let Freud and Wordsworth discuss the child,
Die Liebe
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ohne Liebe
Lebe, wer da kann.
Wenn er auch ein Mensch schon bliebe,
Bleibt er doch kein Mann.
Dancers Exercising
© Amy Clampitt
Frame within frame, the evolving conversation
is dancelike, as though two could play
Darest Thou Now O Soul
© Walt Whitman
Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings
© Robert Bly
We drive between lakes just turning green;
Late June. The white turkeys have been moved
Dream Girl -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
God alone did not create you, my girl
You are also the creation of men
Delia I
© Samuel Daniel
Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty
Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal:
Delia LIII
© Samuel Daniel
Unhappy pen and ill accepted papers,
That intimate in vain my chaste desires,
Dream Song 29
© John Berryman
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry’s heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good.
Starts again always in Henry’s ears
the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.
Discovery
© Margaret Widdemer
WITHIN my mirror I could see
Last night as I gazed steadfastly
An old strange thing look out at me;
Dust
© Rupert Brooke
When the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world's delight
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
To crumble in our separate night;
Death Sonnet I
© Gabriela Mistral
From the icy niche where men placed you
I lower your body to the sunny, poor earth.
They didn't know I too must sleep in it
and dream on the same pillow.
Der Neue Welt-Bau
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Der Wein, der Wein macht nicht nur froh,
Er macht auch zum Astronomo.
Dear love, good-night
© Augusta Davies Webster
DEAR love, good-night. And, tender sleep
,Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers,
To make day fair when they unclose.
Be hushed around her, Night, and keep
Thy silent guard on her repose;
But speed thine hours.
Dean Stanley
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DEAD! dead! in sooth his marbled brow is cold,
And prostrate lies that brave, majestic head;
True! his stilled features own death's arctic mould,
Yet, by Christ's blood, I know he is not dead!
Danse Macabre
© Sylvia Plath
Down among strict roots and rocks,
eclipsed beneath blind lid of land
goes the grass-embroidered box.
Days of Our Years
© Daniel Nester
It’s brief and bright, dear children; bright and brief.
Delight’s the lightning; the long thunder’s grief.
Different Ways to Pray
© Naomi Shihab Nye
And occasionally there would be one
who did none of this,
the old man Fowzi, for example, Fowzi the fool,
who beat everyone at dominoes,
insisted he spoke with God as he spoke with goats,
and was famous for his laugh.
