Poems begining by D
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David
© Thomas Parnell
When e'er his flocks the lovely shepherd drove
To neighb'ring waters, to the neighb'ring grove;
To Jordan's flood refresh'd by cooling wind,
Or Cedron's brook to mossy banks confin'd,
In easy notes and guise of lowly swain,
'Twas thus he charm'd and taught the listning train.
Der Sommer
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
_Brueder! lobt die Sommerszeit!_
Ja, dich, Sommer, will ich loben!
Dives In Torment
© Robert Norwood
THIS was my failure, who thought that the feast
Rivalled the rapture of bird on the wing;
Rivalled the lily all robed like a priest;
Smoke of the pollen when Rose-censers swing.
Daddy What If?
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
(Daddy what if the sun stop shinin' what would happen then?)
If the sun stopped shinin' you'd be so surprised
Davy Jones' Door-Bell
© Vachel Lindsay
A Chant for Boys with Manly Voices
(Every line sung one step deeper than the line preceding)
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
© Thomas Parnell
Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
Die Schoene Von Hinten
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Sieh Freund! sieh da! was geht doch immer
Dort fuer ein reizend Frauenzimmer?
Do Not Leave Me
© Mirabai
Where can I go? Save my honour
For I have dedicated myself to you
And now there is no one else for me.
Douglass
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Now, when the waves of swift dissension swarm,
And Honour, the strong pilot, lieth stark,
Oh, for thy voice high-sounding o'er the storm,
For thy strong arm to guide the shivering bark,
The blast-defying power of thy form,
To give us comfort through the lonely dark.
Daughter Of Egypt
© James Bayard Taylor
DAUGHTER of Egypt, veil thine eyes!
I cannot bear their fire;
Die Biene
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Als Amor in den goldnen Zeiten
Verliebt in Schaeferlustbarkeiten
Auf bunten Blumenfeldern lief,
Da stach den kleinsten von den Goettern
Ein Bienchen, das in Rosenblaettern,
Wo es sonst Honig holte, schlief.
Drops of his Heart's Blood
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I had not castled, and the time is gone.
What shall I play? Upon the chequered floor
Of Night and Day, Death won the game-forlorn
And careless now, Hafiz can lose no more.
Deer Hunt
© Judson Jerome
I flinched at every lonely rifle crack,
my knuckles whitening where I gripped the edge
of age and clung, like retching, sinking back
then gripping once again the monstrous gun,
since I, to be a man, had taken one.
Desert Flowers
© Keith Douglas
Living in a wide landscape are the flowers -
Rosenberg I only repeat what you were saying -
Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee
© James Whitcomb Riley
Donn Piatt--of Mac-o-chee,--
Not the one of History,
Dedication for a House
© Edgar Bowers
We, who were long together homeless, raise
Brick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows up
To what sustained us in those threatening days
Unto this end. Alas, that this bright cup
Be empty of the care and life of him
Who should have made it overflow its brim.
Dregs
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof,
(This is the end of every song man sings!)
The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain,
Bitter as wormwood and as salt as pain;
Death Of Labour
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Methought a great wind swept across the earth,
And all the toilers perished. Then I saw
