Poems begining by E
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Easter
© Katharine Tynan
Bring flowers to strew His way,
Yea, sing, make holiday;
Bid young lambs leap,
And earth laugh after sleep.
Exeunt Omnes
© Thomas Hardy
Everybody else, then, going,
And I still left where the fair was?…
Much have I seen of neighbour loungers
Making a lusty showing,
Each now past all knowing.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I tell my fall? The life of man
Is but a tale of tumbles, this way thrown
At his beginning by mere haste of plan
In the first gaping ditch with flowers o'ergrown;
Earth-Bound
© Alfred Noyes
Ghosts? Love would fain believe,
Earth being so fair, the dead might wish to return!
Is it so strange if, even in heaven, they yearn
For the May-time and the dreams it used to give?
Earth's Eternity
© John Clare
Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay:
But hath it nothing of eternal kin?
Example
© Edgar Albert Guest
Perhaps the victory shall not come to me,
Perhaps I shall not reach the goal I seek,
Epilogue
© Alfred Noyes
All the shores when day is done
Fade into the setting sun,
So the story tries to teach
More than can be told in speech.
Elle sait que l'attente est un cruel supplice
© François Coppée
Elle sait que l'attente est un cruel supplice,
Qu'il doit souffrir déjà, qu'il faut qu'elle accomplisse
Le serment qu'elle a fait d'être là, vers midi.
Mais, parmi les parfums du boudoir attiédi,
Episode In A Library
© Zbigniew Herbert
A blonde girl is bent over a poem. With a pencil sharp as a lancet she transfers the words to a blank page and changes them into strokes, accents, caesuras. The lament of a fallen poet now looks like a salamander eaten away by ants.
When we carried him away under machine-gun fire, I believed that his still warm body would be resurrected in the word. Now as I watch the death of the words, I know there is no limit to decay. All that will be left after us in the black earth will be scattered syllables. Accents over nothingness and dust.
Ecstasy
© Duncan Campbell Scott
The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight,
Sings at the height where morning springs,
What though his voice be lost in the light,
The light comes dropping from his wings.
El Nudo (The Knot)
© Delmira Agustini
Su idilio fue una larga sonrisa a cuatro labios…
En el regazo cálido de rubia primavera
Amáronse talmente que entre sus dedos sabios
Palpitó la divina forma de la Quimera.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: VIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
It was a booth no larger than the rest,
No loftier fashioned and no more sublime,
As poor a shrine as ever youth possessed
In which to worship truth revealed in time.
Egotism
© Jane Taylor
But 'tis not only with the loud and rude
That self betrays its nature unsubdued ;
Polite attention and refined address
But ill conceal it, and can ne'er suppress :
One truth, despite of manner, stands confest--
They love themselves unspeakably the best.
Extracts from a Medical Poem. The Stability of Science
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I tell their fate, though courtesy disclaims
To call our kind by such ungentle names;
Yet, if your rashness bid you vainly dare,
Think of their doom, ye simple, and beware.
Ecstasy
© Sarojini Naidu
Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is poignant and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
Easter Morning
© Archie Randolph Ammons
I have a life that did not become,
that turned aside and stopped,
astonished:
I hold it in me like a pregnancy or
as on my lap a child
not to grow old but dwell on
Elizabeth Speaks
© Duncan Campbell Scott
O! there is something I forgot!
Sometimes one little spark burns on
Long after the rest have gone.
