Poems begining by D
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Dawn
© Francis Ledwidge
Quiet miles of golden sky,
And in my heart a sudden flower.
I want to clap my hands and cry
For Beauty in her secret bower.
Deola Thinking
© Cesare Pavese
Deola passes her mornings sitting in a cafe,
and nobody looks at her. Everyone’s rushing to work,
Despairing Cries
© Walt Whitman
DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night,
The sad voice of Death-the call of my nearest lover, putting forth,
alarmed, uncertain,
This sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me,
Come tell me where I am speeding-tell me my destination.
Deeply Morbid
© Stevie Smith
Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the letters
Always out of office hours running with her social betters
But when daylight and the darkness of the office closed about her
Not for this ah not for this her office colleagues came to doubt her
It was that look within her eye
Why did it always seem to say goodbye?
Die Drei Reiche Der Natur
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ich trink, und trinkend faellt mir bei,
Warum Naturreich dreifach sei.
Drunk
© Ada Cambridge
Put him in prison! Confiscate his bowl!
Away with him and the accursèd drink
That wrecks his body and degrades his soul,
And makes him loathsome to clean men! But think-
He had no choice. It was his only share
Of all its pleasures that the world could spare.
Dawn
© Ella Higginson
The soft-toned clock upon the stair chimed three—
Too sweet for sleep, too early yet to rise.
Down By the Salley Gardens
© William Butler Yeats
Down by the salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
Dream River
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
WIND-SILVERED willows hedge the stream,
And all within is hushed and cool.
Days of '74
© Mark Jarman
What was the future then but affirmation,
The first yes between us
Followed by the first lingering dawn?
Waking below a window shaded by redwoods
(Waking? We hadn’t slept—),
We found time saved, like sunlight in a tree.
Dream-Land
© Edgar Allan Poe
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.
[Deeply repentant of my sinful ways]
© Gaspara Stampa
Deeply repentant of my sinful ways
And of my trivial, manifold desires,
Drowned at Sea
© Henry Kendall
Gloomy cliffs, so worn and wasted with the washing of the waves,
Are ye not like giant tombstones round those lonely ocean graves?
Dressing My Daughters
© Mark Jarman
One girl a full head taller
Than the other—into their Sunday dresses.
