Poems begining by D
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Declining Days
© Henry Francis Lyte
Why do I sigh to find
Life's evening shadows gathering round my way?
The keen eye dimming, and the buoyant mind
Unhinging day by day?
Dulce et Decorum Est
© Wilfred Owen
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
Dirty Face
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
Destruction
© Charles Baudelaire
At my side the Demon writhes forever,
Swimming around me like impalpable air;
As I breathe, he burns my lungs like fever
And fills me with an eternal guilty desire.
Dirce
© Heather Fuller
Stand close around, ye Stygian set,
With Dirce in one boat conveyed!
Or Charon, seeing, may forget
That he is old and she a shade.
Delia XXXII
© Samuel Daniel
But love whilst that thou mayst be loved again,
Now whilst thy May hath filed thy lap with flowers,
David's Fall
© John Newton
How David, when by sin deceived,
From bad to worse went on!
For when the Holy Spirit's grieved,
Our strength and guard are gone.
Divine Rights
© Stephen Edgar
Sprawling like some small group of picnickers,
They're propped among the shadows of the trees,
Though one seems drunk, spread-eagled. Nothing stirs
Except the flies that clog their cavities.
A red cleft rules the parting of that head.
You stretch a little and slide out of bed.
Dolly
© Robert Bloomfield
The Bat began with giddy wing
His circuit round the Shed, the Tree;
And clouds of dancing Gnats to sing
A summer-night's serenity.
Days of 1994: Alexandrians
© Marilyn Hacker
for Edmund White
Lunch: as we close the twentieth century,
death, like a hanger-on or a wanna-be
sits with us at the cluttered bistro
table, inflecting the conversation.
Down Stream
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Scarred hemlock roots,
Oaks in mail, and willow-shoots
Spring’s first-knighted;
Clinging aspens grouped between,
Slender, misty-green,
Faintly affrighted:
Do you Remember me? or are you Proud?
© Heather Fuller
“Do you remember me? or are you proud?”
Lightly advancing thro’ her star-trimm’d crowd,
Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes,
“A yes, a yes, to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.”
Die Staerke Des Weins
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wein ist staerker als das Wasser:
Dies gestehn auch seine Hasser.
Wasser reisst wohl Eichen um,
Und hat Haeuser umgerissen:
Und ihr wundert euch darum,
Dass der Wein mich umgerissen?
Day in Autumn
© Rainer Maria Rilke
After the summer's yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.
Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
© Heather Fuller
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warmd both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
