Poems begining by E
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Eyes And Tears
© Andrew Marvell
How wisely Nature did decree,
With the same Eyes to weep and see!
That, having view'd the object vain,
They might be ready to complain.
Egypt, Tobago
© Derek Walcott
There is a shattered palm
on this fierce shore,
its plumes the rusting helm-
et of a dead warrior.
Erichthon
© André Marie de Chénier
Le Lapithe, hardi dans ses jeux turbulents,
Le premier, des coursiers osa presser les flancs.
Sous lui, dans un long cercle achevant leur carrière,
Ils surent aux liens livrer leur tête altière,
Blanchir un frein d'écume, et, légers, bondissants,
Agiter, mesurer leurs pas retentissants.
Easter
© Joyce Kilmer
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
Edom O' Gordon
© Andrew Lang
It fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,--
"We maun draw to a hald.
Easter Week
© Joyce Kilmer
(In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett)("Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.")William Butler Yeats."Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave."
Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn
Ein Yahav
© Yehuda Amichai
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert,
a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain.
There I met people who grow date palms,
there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees,
Easter Zunday
© William Barnes
Last Easter Jim put on his blue
Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new;
Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass,
That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass;
Erle Robert's Mice. In Chaucer's Style
© Matthew Prior
Tway Mice, full Blythe and Amicable,
Batten beside Erle Robert's Table.
Lies there ne Trap their Necks to catch,
Ne old black Cat their Steps to watch.
Their Fill they eat of Fowl and Fish;
Feast-lyche as Heart of Mouse mote wish.
England To America
© Katharine Lee Bates
And what of thee, O Lincoln's Land? What gloom
Is darkening above the Sunset Sea?
Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplume
Thy war-crest, bow thy knee,
Before God answer thee.
e Coin Behind Your Ear
© Connie Wanek
Before you knew you owned it
it was gone, stolen, and you were a fool.
How you never felt it is the wonder,
heavy and thick,
Eliza
© Erasmus Darwin
Now stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height,
O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight;
Englands Openers
© Gerald England
Bare midrifs above belt-like skirts
Bedraggled daffodils line the lanes
Belladonna is unlucky
Beyond the wooded embankment home
Big Irma
Euthanasia
© Lord Byron
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring
The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,
Oblivion! may thy languid wing
Wave gently o'er my dying bed!
Epistle To Augusta
© Lord Byron
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
Dearer and purer were, it should be thine;
Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim
No tears, but tenderness to answer mine:
Eclogue by a Five-barred Gate
© Louis MacNeice
Well, I dreamt it was a hot day, the territorials
Were out on melting asphalt under the howitzers,
The brass music bounced on the houses. Come
I heard cry as it were a water-nymph, come and fulfil me
Educate Not
© Sharon Esther Lampert
No Time to Teach:
In Class, They Give a General Overview.
On Tests, They Want Particular Details.
Edward Hirsch
© Edward Hirsch
A hook shot kisses the rim and
hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop,
Evadne
© Hilda Doolittle
Still between my arm and shoulder,
I feel the brush of his hair,
and my hands keep the gold they took,
as they wandered over and over,
that great arm-full of yellow flowers.
Eyes Fastened With Pins
© Charles Simic
How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
