Poems begining by D
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Death In Leamington
© John Betjeman
She died in the upstairs bedroom
By the light of the ev'ning star
That shone through the plate glass window
From over Leamington Spa
Diary of a Church Mouse
© John Betjeman
Here among long-discarded cassocks,
Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks,
Here where the vicar never looks
I nibble through old service books.
Discrimination
© Michael Burch
I heard the sleigh bells jingles, vampish ads,
the supermodels babble, Seusss books
extolled in major movies, blurbs for abs ...
A few poor thinnish journals crammed in nooks
are all Ive found this late to sell to those
whod classify free verse "expensive prose."
Deer Enclosure
© Wang Wei
Empty hill not see person
Yet hear person voice sound
Return scene enter deep forest
Duplicate light green moss on
Destiny
© Gregory Corso
They deliver the edicts of Godwithout delayAnd are exempt from apprehensionfrom detentionAnd with their God-givenPetasus, Caduceus, and Talariaferry like bolts of lightningunhindered between the tribunalsof Space & Time
The Messenger-Spiritin human fleshis assigned a dependable,self-reliant, versatile,thoroughly poet existenceupon its sojourn in life
It does not knockor ring the bellor telephoneWhen the Messenger-Spiritcomes to your doorthough lockedIt'll enter like an electric midwifeand deliver the message
There is no tellthroughout the agesthat a Messenger-Spiritever stumbled into darkness
Discontent
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost
And ruffled without cause, complaining on--
Restless with rest, until, being overthrown,
It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost
De Profundis
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The face, which, duly as the sun,
Rose up for me with life begun,
To mark all bright hours of the day
With hourly love, is dimmed away
And yet my days go on, go on.
Devils
© Alexander Pushkin
Translated by Genia Gurarie July 29, 1995.
Copyright retained by Genia Gurarie.
email: egurarie@princeton.edu
http://www.princeton.edu/~egurarie/
For permission to reproduce, write personally to the translator.
Dependence
© William Cowper
To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.
Dirge
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At midnight and at morn?
Dæmonic Love
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Man was made of social earth,
Child and brother from his birth;
Tethered by a liquid cord
Of blood through veins of kindred poured,
Days
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
Dreaming of Li Po
© Tu Fu
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but
the separation of the living is an endless, unappeasable anxiety. From
pestilent Chiang-nan no news arrives of the poor exile. That my old friend
should come into my dream shows how constantly he is in my thoughts. I fear
Driver Smith
© Andrew Barton Paterson
"Wherever the rifle bullets flash and the Maxims raise a din,
It's here you'll find the Medical men a-raking the wounded in --
A-raking 'em in like human flies -- and a driver smart like me
Will find some scope for his extra skill in the ranks of the A.M.C."
Do They Know?
© Andrew Barton Paterson
Do they know? At the turn to the straight
Where the favourites fail,
And every last atom of weight
Is telling its tale;
Daylight is Dying
© Andrew Barton Paterson
The daylight is dying
Away in the west,
The wild birds are flying
in silence to rest;
Da Gama returns
© Jonathan Bohrn
I have taken refuge
in travelogues,
bare silk-screen images of
evening cityscapes
Dead March
© Weldon Kees
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene
Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore,
Imperfect kindling even in this wind, burn on.
