Poems begining by D
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© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Der Bruder
Liebe Schwester, wer ist die?
Deine Freundin? darf ich kuessen?
O wie frei, wie schoen ist sie!
Liebe Schwester darf ich kuessen?
Distant Hills
© John Clare
What is there in those distant hills
My fancy longs to see,
That many a mood of joy instils?
Say what can fancy be?
Daybreak. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie."
Dreamer, Say
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dreamer, say, will you dream for me
A wild sweet dream of a foreign land,
Devon To Me
© John Galsworthy
Where my fathers stood
Watching the sea,
Gale-spent herring boats
Hugging the lea;
"Don't say he loves me as before..."
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
* * *
Don't say he loves me as before,
That, as before, he treasures me...
no! He callously destroys my life,
Although I see the knife shake in his hand.
Daughter by James P. Lenfestey: American Life in Poetry #186 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
Every child can be seen as a miracle, and here Minnesota poet James Lenfestey captures the beautiful mystery of a daughter.
Daughter
Der Vetter Und Die Muhme
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
O fluche, Freund, nicht alles Wetter
Auf deinen eigensinngen Vetter.
Schmaelt er manchmal; so lass es sein.
Er hat ja guten Wein.
Dolce Far Niente
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LET the world roll blindly on!
Give me shallow, give me sun,
And a perfumed eve as this is:
Let me lie,
Disenchanted
© Augusta Davies Webster
Alas, I thought this forest must be true,
And would not change because of my changed eyes;
Doc Sifers
© James Whitcomb Riley
Of all the doctors I could cite you to in this-'ere town
Doc Sifers is my favorite, jes' take him up and down!
Count in the Bethel Neighberhood, and Rollins, and Big Bear,
And Sifers' standin's jes' as good as ary doctor's there!
Dedication: To M. C. M. C.
© Padraic Colum
THE well-
They come to it and take
Their cupful or their palmful out of it.
Drifting Away: A Fragment
© Charles Kingsley
Eversley, 1867.They drift away. Ah, God! they drift for ever.
I watch the stream sweep onward to the sea,
Like some old battered buoy upon a roaring river,
Round whom the tide-waifs hang-then drift to sea.
'Dichterliebe'
© Gwen Harwood
So hungry-sensitive that he
craves day and night the pap of praise,
he'll ease his gripes or fingerpaint
in heartsblood on a public page.
The ordinary world must be
altered to circumvent his rage.
De Stove Pipe Hole
© William Henry Drummond
Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu,
W'en ev'ry wan he's go couché, an' dog was quiet, too--
Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,
Was leevin' on her fader's place, Maxime de Forgeron.
Different
© Edgar Albert Guest
I DON'T believe in worry, and it's foolish to despair,
And dreading what may happen never lightens any care;
Dulce Domum,
© Helen Maria Williams
AN OLD LATIN ODE.
SUNG ANNUALLY BY THE WlNCHESTER BOYS UPON
LEAVING COLLEGE AT THE VACATION. [Translated at the Request of DR. JOSEPH WARTON.]
Don't Be Cruel to the Motherless Darlings
© Henry Clay Work
I must let go each little hand;
I must leave all behind.
Oh! don't be cruel to the motherless darlings;
Don't be unkind!
Der Asra
© Heinrich Heine
Every day so lovely, shining,
Up and down, the Sultans daughter
Walked at evening by the water,
Where the white fountain splashes.