Poems begining by D
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Danny Deever
© Rudyard Kipling
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.
"To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade.
"I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch", the Colour-Sergeant said.
Dane-Geld
© Rudyard Kipling
It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
To call upon a neighbour and to say: --
"We invaded you last night -- we are quite prepared to fight,
Unless you pay us cash to go away."
Death Chant
© Sir Walter Scott
Viewless essence, thin and bare,
Well nigh melted into air,
Still with fondness hovering near
The earthly form thou once didst wear,
Dickeyville Grotto
© Mark Doty
Father Wilerus,
transplanted Alsatian,
built around
this plain Wisconsin
Demolition
© Mark Doty
The intact facade's now almost black
in the rain; all day they've torn at the back
of the building, "the oldest concrete structure
in New England," the newspaper said. By afternoon,
when the backhoe claw appears above
three stories of columns and cornices,
Distress Coils
© Judith Skillman
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman.The waiting volcano inside us
gnaws, digs, trembles,
weighs its chances.
Distress coils up,
Death
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
They die--the dead return not--Misery
Sits near an open grave and calls them over,
A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye--
Daybreak
© Galway Kinnell
On the tidal mud, just before sunset,
dozens of starfishes
were creeping. It was
as though the mud were a sky
Dumb
© Aleister Crowley
Gabriel whispered in mine ear
His archangelic poesie.
How can I write? I only hear
The sobbing murmur of the sea.
Dionysus
© Aleister Crowley
I bring ye wine from above,
From the vats of the storied sun;
For every one of yer love,
And life for every one.
Divine Compassion
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Long since, a dream of heaven I had,
And still the vision haunts me oft;
daughter
© Suheir Hammad
leaves and leaving call october home
her daughter releases wood
smoke from her skin
rich in scorpio
Double Red Daisies
© Robert Graves
Double red daisies, theyre my flowers,
Which nobody else may grow.
In a big quarrelsome house like ours
They try it sometimesbut no,
I root them up because theyre my flowers,
Which nobody else may grow.
Dead Cow Farm
© Robert Graves
An ancient saga tells us how
In the beginning the First Cow
(For nothing living yet had birth
But Elemental Cow on earth)
Dew-drop and Diamond
© Robert Graves
The difference between you and her
(whom I to you did once prefer)
Is clear enough to settle:
She like a diamond shone, but you
Shine like an early drop of dew
Poised on a red rose petal.
Down, Wanton, Down!
© Robert Graves
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?
Dwelling In Mesech
© John Newton
What a mournful life is mine,
Fill with crosses, pains and cares!
Every work defiled with sin,
Every step beset with snares!
