Poems begining by D
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Dawn
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
AN angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
Decade
© Amy Lowell
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
D'Iberville
© Nérée Beauchemin
Dans un trombe de fumée
Que des éclairs intermittents
Font paraître tout enflammée,
S'entrechoquent les combattants.
Der philosophische Trinker
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Mein Freund, der Narr vom philosophschen Orden,
Hat sich bekehrt, und ist ein Trinker worden.
Dream Song
© Sara Teasdale
I plucked a snow-drop in the spring,
And in my hand too closely pressed;
The warmth had hurt the tender thing,
I grieved to see it withering.
Da Leetla Boy
© Thomas Augustine Daly
Da spreeng ees com; but oh, da joy
Eet ees too late!
He was so cold, my leetla boy,
He no could wait.
Disappointment
© Robert Laurence Binyon
And were they but for this, those passionate schemes
Of joy, that I have nursed? indeed for this
That longings, day and night, have filled my dreams?
Now it has come, the hour of bliss,
How different it seems!
Dancing Adairs
© Conrad Aiken
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel,
Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,
And into the shadow again, without a whisper!-
Firefly's my name, I am evanescent.
Drought by Felecia Caton Garcia: American Life in Poetry #111 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
As poet Felecia Caton Garcia of New Mexico shows us in this moving poem, there are times when parents feel helpless and hopeless. But the human heart is remarkable and, like a dry creek bed, somehow fills again, is renewed and restored.
Drought
Try to remember: things go wrong in spite of it all.
I listen to our daughters singing in the crackling rows
of corn and wonder why I don't love them more.
They move like dark birds, small mouths open
Days
© Karle Wilson Baker
Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;
Damon vs. Pythias
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Two better friends you wouldn't pass
Throughout a summer's day,
Than DAMON and his PYTHIAS, -
Two merchant princes they.
Dear Savior Of A Dying World
© Anna Laetitia Waring
“The Lord is risen.”
Dear Savior of a dying world,
Despondency
© Archibald Lampman
The weight and measure of these things who knows?
Resting at times beside life's thought-swept stream,
Sobered and stunned with unexpected blows,
We scarcely hear the uproar; life doth seem,
Save for the certain nearness of its woes,
Vain and phantasmal as a sick man's dream.
Die Gewissheit
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ob ich morgen leben werde,
Weiss ich freilich nicht:
Aber, wenn ich morgen lebe,
Dass ich morgen trinken werde,
Weiss ich ganz gewiss.
De Snowbird
© William Henry Drummond
O leetle bird dat's come to us w'en stormy win' she's blowin',
An' ev'ry fiel' an' mountain top is cover wit' de snow,
How far from home you're flyin', noboddy's never knowin'
For spen' wit' us de winter tam, mon cher petit oiseau!
Don't Buy a Pig in a Poke
© Harry Graham
Unscrupulous pigmongers will
Attempt to wheedle and to coax
The ignorant young housewife till
She purchases her pigs in pokes;
Beast that got a Lurid Past,
Or else are far Too Good to Last.
