Poems begining by E
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Early Elegy: Smallpox
© Claudia Emerson
The world has certified itself rid of
all but the argument: to eradicate or not
Etiquette
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The BALLYSHANNON foundered off the coast of Cariboo,
And down in fathoms many went the captain and the crew;
Down went the owners - greedy men whom hope of gain allured:
Oh, dry the starting tear, for they were heavily insured.
Easter Even
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
There is nothing more that they can do
For all their rage and boast;
Caiaphas with his blaspheming crew,
Herod with his host,
Eliza Harris
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Like a fawn from the arrow, startled and wild,
A woman swept by us, bearing a child;
In her eye was the night of a settled despair,
And her brow was o’ershaded with anguish and care.
Erskine
© John Le Gay Brereton
A singing voice is in my dream
The voice of Erskine, on his boulders,
Babbling and shouting till he shoulders
Stoutly against the heavier stream.
Eidolon
© Roddy Lumsden
Down in fame’s flood, down an alley, down
wind of now, elegant in self-denial,
an Iron Range wraith junking cue cards, an ideal,
an idol before which the Zeitgeist kneeled.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I will not tell the secrets of that place.
When Madame Blanche returned to us again
I was kneeling there, while Esther kissed my face
And dried and comforted my tears. O vain
End of Winter
© Louise Gluck
You wanted to be born; I let you be born.
When has my grief ever gotten
in the way of your pleasure?
Elegy XVIII
© John Donne
THE heavens rejoice in motion ; why should I
Abjure my so much loved variety,
Enough is as Good as a Feast
© Harry Graham
Who would not willingly forsake
Kindred and Home, without a fuss,
For Icing from a Birthday Cake,
Or juicy fat Asparagus,
And journey over countless seas
For New Potatoes and Green Peas?
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I fled the booth with feelings as of Cain,
Yet laughing at my own bewilderment.
My cheeks had blushed till it was physical pain,
And my eyes smarted. Through my head there went
E'en As A lovely Flower
© Heinrich Heine
E'en as a lovely flower,
So fair, so pure thou art;
I gaze on thee, and sadness
Comes stealing o'er my heart.
Elegy VII: Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love
© John Donne
Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love,
And in that sophistry, oh, thou dost prove
Eternal Friendship
© Edgar Albert Guest
Who once has had a friend has found
The link 'twixt mortal and divine;
"Either she was foul, or her attire was bad"
© Ovid
Either she was foul, or her attire was bad,
Or she was not the wench I wished thave had.
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
© Thomas Gray
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
