Poems begining by E
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En marchant le matin
© Victor Marie Hugo
Puisque là-bas s'entr'ouvre une porte vermeille,
Puisque l'aube blanchit le bord de l'horizon,
Pareille au serviteur qui le premier s'éveille
Et, sa lampe à la main, marche dans la maison,
Ella
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Esta novia del alma con quien soñé en un día
Fundar el paraíso de una casa risueña
Y echar, pescando amores, en el mar de la vida
Mis redes, a la usanza de la edad evangélica.
Earthy Anecdote
© Wallace Stevens
Every time the bucks went clattering
Over Oklahoma
A firecat bristled in the way.
elusive wisdom
© Rg Gregory
thoth (who became hermes who became mercury)
who was both moon and wisdom to the egyptians
manifested himself mainly as an ibis - a watery bird
a restless creature that could not stop searching
through marshy ground with its sickle-shaped beak
eight roundels
© Rg Gregory
(roundel: variation of the rondeau
consisting of three stanzas of three
lines each, linked together with but
two rhymes and a refrain at the end
of the first and third group)
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Who has not wept with Manon? Of all tales
That thrill youth's fancy or to tears or mirth
None other is there where such grief prevails,
Such passionate pity for the loves of Earth.
Experience
© Jane Taylor
--A COSTLY good ; that none e'er bought or sold
For gem, or pearl, or miser's store, twice told :
Save certain watery pearls, possessed by all,
Which, one by one, may buy it as they fall.
Of these, though precious, few will not suffice,
So slow the traffic, and so large the price !
Eclogue the Third Abra
© William Taylor Collins
SCENE, a forest TIME, the Evening
In Georgia's land, where Tefflis' towers are seen,
equanimity
© Rg Gregory
october stops the pretence
that somehow summer
should still be loitering around
it walks through the garden
Elegy for an Enemy
© Stephen Vincent Benet
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth
Where they have laid her,
Bind still her sullen mirth,
Mirth which betrayed her?
Exposure
© Wilfred Owen
Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . .
Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent . . .
Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient . . .
Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
But nothing happens.
Epitaph on her Son H. P.
© Katherine Philips
WHat on Earth deserves our trust ?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
What one moment calls again.
Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade
© Francois Villon
Freres humains qui apres nous vivez,
N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ...
Men, brother men, that after us yet live,
Let not your hearts too hard against us be;
Eyewash
© Niall Montgomery
EYES always open eyes
onions we were all found under
eyes never in a hurry wait for me
blink at the smash preserve the negative hold on a minute
(we are taking actuality as a section through sentiment at that point)
Exile
© Conrad Aiken
Bring water with you if you come to live here
Cold tinkling cisterns, or else wells so deep
That one looks down to Ganges or Himalayas.
Yes, and bring mountains with you, white, moon-bearing,
Mountains of ice. You will have need of these
Profundities and peaks of wet and cold.
Everything
© Anna Akhmatova
Everythings looted, betrayed and traded,
black deaths wings overhead.
Everythings eaten by hunger, unsated,
so why does a light shine ahead?
Eh Bien! Je Le Voulais
© André Marie de Chénier
Eh bien! je le voulais. J'aurais bien dû me croire!
Tant de fois à ses torts je cédai la victoire!
Epigram. On A Ladys Lace Shown For A Favour
© Thomas Parnell
As Nelly to a chamber got
To take her leave of Ned
