Poems begining by D
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Death The Leveller
© James Shirley
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against Fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Dialogue Souldn't Cease (With English Translation)
© Ali Sardar Jafri
GUFTGOO BAnD NA HO
BAAT SE BAAT CHALEY
SUBH TAK SHAAM-E-MULAAQAAT CHALEY
HUM PE HAnSTI HUEE
YE TAAROn BHARI RAAT CHALEY
" Do kings put faith in fortressed walls, and bar"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Do kings put faith in fortressed walls, and bar
Their cities' gates, as strong to keep out war?
The constancy of friends is stronger far.
Are lilies pure, that in some vale unknown
Despotisms
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Vast intimate tyranny! Nature dispossessed
Helplessly hates thee, whose symbolic flare
Lights up (with what reiterance unblest!)
Entrails of horror in a world thought fair.
False God of pastime thou, vampire of rest,
Augur of what pollution, what despair?
Die Wetterprophezeiung
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Das Wetter ist veraenderlich,
Veraenderlich, wie meine Schoenen.
Umsonst, o Freund, bemueht man sich,
Nach Regeln beide zu gewoehnen.
Drum lass dein Wetterprophezein,
Wie ich mein treues Lieben, sein.
Delia XLIX
© Samuel Daniel
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
Delia II
© Samuel Daniel
Go wailing verse, the infants of my love,
Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother:
Division
© Edgar Albert Guest
You cannot gather every rose,
Nor every pleasure claim,
Nor bask in every breeze that blows,
Nor play in every game.
Dinner In A Quick Lunch Room
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Over the salad let the woodwinds moan;
Then the green silence of many watercresses;
Dessert, a balalaika, strummed alone;
Coffee, a slow, low singing no passion stresses;
Such are my thoughts as - clang! crash! bang! - I brood
And gorge the sticky mess these fools call food!
Decline and Fall
© Daniel Nester
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.
Despair
© Edith Nesbit
SMILE on me, mouth of red--so much too red,
Shine on me, eyes which darkened lashes shade,
Death
© Bill Knott
Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
Die Schone Wittwe
© Charles Godfrey Leland
(DE POOTY VIDOW.)
I. VOT DE YANKEE CHAP SUNG.
DAT pooty liddle vidow
Vot ve dosh'nt vish to name,
Doctor Frolic
© Robert Pinsky
Felicity the healer isn’t young
And you don’t look him up unless you need him.
Clown’s eyes, Pope’s nose, a mouth for dirty stories,
He made his bundle in the Great Depression
Deep In A Yew-Sequestered Grove
© Mathilde Blind
Deep in a yew-sequestered grove
I sat and wept my heart away;
A child came by at close of day
With eyes as sweet as new-born love.
Don’t Tell Anyone
© Tony Hoagland
We had been married for six or seven years
when my wife, standing in the kitchen one afternoon, told me
that she screams underwater when she swims—
Duke
© Richard Jones
He was hit back of the head for a haul of $15,
a Diner’s Club Card and picture of his daughter in a helmet
on a horse tethered to a pole that centered
its revolving universe. Pacing the halls, he’d ask
