Poems begining by D
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Drinking Song
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Come, old friend! sit down and listen!
From the pitcher, placed between us,
How the waters laugh and glisten
In the head of old Silenus!
Dylan Thomas - Holy Spring
© Dylan Thomas
O
Out of a bed of love
When that immortal hospital made one more moove to soothe
The curless counted body,
Deaths And Entrances
© Dylan Thomas
On almost the incendiary eve
Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
And always known must leave
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
© Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dying! To be afraid of thee
© Emily Dickinson
Dying! To be afraid of thee
One must to thine Artillery
Have left exposed a Friend --
Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
Delivered straighter to the Heart
The leaving Love behind.
Dying at my music!
© Emily Dickinson
Dying at my music!
Bubble! Bubble!
Hold me till the Octave's run!
Quick! Burst the Windows!
Ritardando!
Phials left, and the Sun!
Dropped into the Ether Acre --
© Emily Dickinson
Dropped into the Ether Acre --
Wearing the Sod Gown --
Bonnet of Everlasting Laces --
Brooch -- frozen on --
Dreams are the subtle Dower
© Emily Dickinson
Dreams are the subtle Dower
That make us rich an Hour --
Then fling us poor
Out of the purple Door
Into the Precinct raw
Possessed before --
Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better,
© Emily Dickinson
Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better,
If One wake at morn --
If One wake at Midnight -- better --
Dreaming -- of the Dawn --
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
© Emily Dickinson
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
That arise and set about Us --
Other Tragedy
Drab Habitation of Whom?
© Emily Dickinson
Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb --
Or Dome of Worm --
Or Porch of Gnome --
Or some Elf's Catacomb?
Down Time's quaint stream
© Emily Dickinson
Down Time's quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
© Emily Dickinson
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
Why, God, would be content
With but a fraction of the Life --
Poured thee, without a stint --
Don't put up my Thread and Needle --
© Emily Dickinson
Don't put up my Thread and Needle --
I'll begin to Sew
When the Birds begin to whistle --
Better Stitches -- so --
Dominion lasts until obtained --
© Emily Dickinson
Dominion lasts until obtained --
Possession just as long --
But these -- endowing as they flit
Eternally belong.
Do People moulder equally,
© Emily Dickinson
Do People moulder equally,
They bury, in the Grave?
I do believe a Species
As positively live
Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox
© Emily Dickinson
Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox
Nor by Relay of Bird
Abated -- Distance is
Until thyself, Beloved.
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth --
© Emily Dickinson
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth --
Widths out of the Sun --
And look -- and shudder, and block your breath --
And deem to be alone
Did we disobey Him?
© Emily Dickinson
Did we disobey Him?
Just one time!
Charged us to forget Him --
But we couldn't learn!
Did We abolish Frost
© Emily Dickinson
Did We abolish Frost
The Summer would not cease --
If Seasons perish or prevail
Is optional with Us --
