Poems begining by D

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Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass --

© Emily Dickinson

Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass --
'Tis many a tiny Mill
Turns unperceived beneath our feet
And Artisan lies still --

Defrauded I a Butterfly --

© Emily Dickinson

Defrauded I a Butterfly --
The lawful Heir -- for Thee --

Dear March -- Come in --

© Emily Dickinson

Dear March -- Come in --
How glad I am --
I hoped for you before --

Dying! Dying in the night!

© Emily Dickinson

Dying! Dying in the night!
Won't somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?

Did life's penurious length

© Emily Dickinson

Did life's penurious length
Italicize its sweetness,
The men that daily live
Would stand so deep in joy

Departed -- to the Judgment --

© Emily Dickinson

Departed -- to the Judgment --
A Mighty Afternoon --
Great Clouds -- like Ushers -- learning --
Creation -- looking on --

Drowning is not so pitiful

© Emily Dickinson

Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise
Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,

Death is a Dialogue between

© Emily Dickinson

Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir
I have another Trust" --

Death sets a Thing significant

© Emily Dickinson

Death sets a Thing significant
The Eye had hurried by
Except a perished Creature
Entreat us tenderly

Days Of 1903

© Constantine Cavafy

I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost....
the poetic eyes, the pale
face.... in the dusk of the street....

Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old
and they shut them, with tears, in a magnificent mausoleum,
with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet --
this is what desires resemble that have passed
without fulfillment; with none of them having achieved
a night of sensual delight, or a bright morning.

Dangerous Things

© Constantine Cavafy

Said Myrtias (a Syrian student
in Alexandria; in the reign of
Augustus Constans and Augustus Constantius;
in part a pagan, and in part a christian);

Darius

© Constantine Cavafy

But he is interrupted by his servant who enters
running, and announces the portendous news.
The war with the Romans has begun.
The bulk of our army has crossed the borders.

Dance Figure

© Ezra Pound

White as an almond are thy shoulders;
As new almonds stripped from the husk.
They guard thee not with eunuchs;
Not with bars of copper.

Demos

All you that are enamored of my name
And least intent on what most I require,
Beware; for my design and your desire,
Deplorably, are not as yet the same.

Doctor of Billiards

You click away the kingdom that is yours,
And you click off your crown for cap and bells;
You smile, who are still master of the feast,
And for your smile we credit you the least;
But when your false, unhallowed laugh occurs,
We seem to think there may be something else.

Discovery

Assured somehow that he would make us wise,
Our pleasure was to wait; and our surprise
Was hard when we confessed the dry return
Of his regret. For we were still to learn
That earth has not a school where we may go
For wisdom, or for more than we may know.

Dear Friends

And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill;
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will,
The shame I win for singing is all mine,
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.