Poems begining by D
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Die Schlimmste Frau
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Die Weiber koennen nichts als plagen.
Der Satz sagt viel und ist nicht neu.
Doch, Freunde, koennt ihr mir nicht sagen,
Welch Weib das schlimmste sei?
Do You?
© Edgar Albert Guest
YOU pay what you owe to your neighbor, I know,
You do the square thing by your brother,
Down By the Carib Sea
© James Weldon Johnson
Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,
Here I wait with the trembling stars
To see thee once more take thy throne.
Devotion. -- A Vision
© Gerald Griffin
Methought I roved on shining walks,
'Mid odorous groves and wreathed bowers.
Death Alone
© Pablo Neruda
Death is drawn to sound
like a slipper without a foot, a suit without its wearer,
comes to knock with a ring, stoneless and fingerless,
comes to shout without a mouth, a tongue, without a throat.
Nevertheless its footsteps sound
and its clothes echo, hushed like a tree.
Drouth In Autumn
© Madison Julius Cawein
Gnarled acorn-oaks against a west
Of copper, cavernous with fire;
A wind of frost that gives no rest
To such lean leaves as haunt the brier,
And hide the cricket's vibrant wire.
Daisies
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Cover, white snowflakes, the spot where they lie,
Scarce living the length of a winter's short noon.
Oh! cover them whitely that no one may find
The grave of my daisies that blossomed too soon.
"Dank fens of cedar..."
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
Dank fens of cedar, hemlock-branches gray
With tress and trail of mosses wringing-wet;
Dedication
© Alfred Tennyson
Dedication
These to His Memory-since he held them dear,
Perchance as finding there unconsciously
Some image of himself-I dedicate,
I dedicate, I consecrate with tears-
These Idylls.
Dusk
© Madison Julius Cawein
Corn-colored clouds upon a sky of gold,
And 'mid their sheaves,-where, like a daisy-bloom
Dirge
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,
His seal was on thy brow.
Daylight Savings Time
© Phyllis McGinley
In spring when maple buds are red,
We turn the clock an hour ahead;
Which means, each April that arrives,
We lose an hour out of our lives.
Dark Is The Tomb
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Dark is the tomb, yet holdeth but one fear
In all its chill and silent majesty,
Despair
© Madison Julius Cawein
Shut in with phantoms of life's hollow hopes,
And shadows of old sins satiety slew,
Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush,
Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush, -
Weave him a coffin of rush,
Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow,
Raise him a tombstone of snow.
Der Ueber Uns
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Hans Steffen stieg bei Daemmerung (und kaum
konnt er vor Naeschigkeit die Daemmerung erwarten)
in seines Edelmannes Garten
und pluenderte den besten Apfelbaum.
Drinking Alone in the Moonlight
© Li Po
Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;
Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.
Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;
Drunk, then each went off on his own.
But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,
We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.
