Poems begining by D
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Dilemma
© Anthony Evan Hecht
“Dark and amusing he is, this handsome gallant,
Of chamois-polished charm,
Athlete and dancer of uncommon talent—
Is there cause for alarm
In his smooth demeanor, the proud tilt of his chin,
This cavaliere servente, this Harlequin?
Duty
© Peter McArthur
IF "Yea" and "Nay" were words enough for Him,
Who taught beyond the lessons of all teaching,
Dedication
© Henry Kendall
To her who, cast with me in trying days,
Stood in the place of health and power and praise;
Dan Wasnt Thrown from His Horse
© Henry Lawson
THEY SAY he was thrown and run over,
But that is sheer nonsense, of course:
I taught him to ride when a kiddy,
And Dan wasnt thrown from his horse.
Dead Cleopatra
© Conrad Aiken
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket,
Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands.
Around her neck they have put a golden necklace
Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn with sands.
Dupont’s Round Fight (November, 1861)
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
In time and measure perfect moves
All Art whose aim is sure;
Evolving rhyme and stars divine
Have rules, and they endure.
December
© Hilaire Belloc
For now December, full of agéd care,
Comes in upon the year and weakly grieves;
Mumbling his lost desires and his despair; .
And with mad trembling hand still interweaves,
The dank sear flower-stalks tangled in his hair,
While round about him whirl the rotten leaves.
Debtor’s Prison Road
© Heather McHugh
tick fitfully, they always have
appointments. Punctual, six-sharp,
they are David's; they have lodged in his
death tent, have stuck in his mud sleep. Bad luck
De Puero Et Praecone. Catul.
© Richard Lovelace
With a fair boy a cryer we behold,
What should we think, but he would not be sold?
Deserted
© Madison Julius Cawein
A broken rainbow on the skies of May
Touching the sodden roses and low clouds,
Dusk
© James Whitcomb Riley
The frightened herds of clouds across the sky
Trample the sunshine down, and chase the day
Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile
© Sarojini Naidu
O king, thy kingdom who from thee can wrest?
What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast,
O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird
And armour with impregnable delight
Of Hope's triumphant keen flame-carven sword?
Design
© Billy Collins
I pour a coating of salt on the table
and make a circle in it with my finger.
Don Juan Aux Enfers (Don Juan In Hell)
© Charles Baudelaire
Quand Don Juan descendit vers l'onde souterraine
Et lorsqu'il eut donné son obole à Charon,
Un sombre mendiant, l'oeil fier comme Antisthène,
D'un bras vengeur et fort saisit chaque aviron.
