Poems begining by D
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Dark August
© Derek Walcott
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky
of this black August. My sister, the sun,
broods in her yellow room and won't come out.
Dead Men Tell No Tales
© Haniel Long
They say that dead men tell no tales!
Except of barges with red sails
And sailors mad for nightingales;
Delicatessen
© Joyce Kilmer
Why is that wanton gossip Fame
So dumb about this man's affairs?
Why do we titter at his name
Who come to buy his curious wares?
Dave Lilly
© Joyce Kilmer
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used
to be full of trout,
But there's nothing there now but minnows; they say it is all fished
out.
Do the Dead Know what Time It Is?
© Kenneth Patchen
The old guy put down his beer.
Son, he said,
(and a girl came over to the table where we were:
asked us by Jack Christ to buy her a drink.)
Down In A Shaded Garden
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Down in a shaded garden
I laid upon earth my head:
The deep trees murmured, darkly fresh,
Over my bed;
Do Not Accept
© Yehuda Amichai
Do not accept these rains that come too late.
Better to linger. Make your pain
An image of the desert. Say it's said
And do not look to the west. Refuse
Death
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
Death is a road our dearest friends have gone;
Why with such leaders, fear to say, "Lead on?"
Drumcolliher
© William Percy French
I've been to a great many places,
And wonderful sights I've seen
Daisies
© Connie Wanek
In the democracy of daisies
every blossom has one vote.
The question on the ballot is
Does he love me?
Dam?tas
© Lord Byron
In law an infant, and in years a boy,
In mind a slave to every vicious joy;
From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd;
In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend;
Darkness
© Lord Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Don Quixote
© Nazim Hikmet
The knight of immortal youth
at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart
and on July morning went out to capture
the right, the beautiful, the just.
Dora Diller
© Jack Prelutsky
"My stomach's full of butterflies!"
lamented Dora Diller.
Her mother sighed. "That's no surprise,
you ate a caterpillar!"
De Nice Leetle Canadienne
© William Henry Drummond
You can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak,
Tak' de steamboat for go Angleterre,
Do you Remember me? or are you Proud?
© Walter Savage Landor
"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."
Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low
© Walter Savage Landor
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
