Poems begining by E
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Errata
© Charles Simic
Where it says snow
read teeth-marks of a virgin
Where it says knife read
you passed through my bones
Envoy
© Francis Thompson
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;
Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:
And some are sung, and that was yesterday,
And some unsung, and that may be to-morrow.
English Grass
© William Henry Ogilvie
Come, horsemen all, from every field
And taste this rare delight,
Erasing Amyloo
© Russell Edson
A father with a huge eraser erases his daughter. When he
finishes there's only a red smudge on the wall.
His wife says, where is Amyloo?
She's a mistake, I erased her.
Elephant Dormitory
© Russell Edson
But just as the great gray head began filling with the gray
wrinkles of sleep it was awakened by the thud of its tail
falling out of bed.
Epilogue
© Robert Lowell
Those bless?d structures, plot and rhyme--
why are they no help to me now
I want to make
something imagined, not recalled?
Enchantment
© Madison Julius Cawein
The deep seclusion of this forest path, -
O'er which the green boughs weave a canopy;
Elegy IX
© Henry James Pye
From the clear stream that o'er her grotto flows
The silver-slipper'd Avon slowly rose,
And pensive on her crystal urn reclin'd,
Pour'd forth in notes like these her anxious mind.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Suddenly then my strange companion cried,
``Bring me the body.'' In a moment more
She had thrown off her hat, her veil untied,
And motioning all the women to the door,
Epitaph On Two Young Men Of The Name Of Leitch, Who Were Drowned In Crossing The River Southesk, 175
© James Beattie
O thou! whose steps in sacred reverence tread
These lone dominions of the silent dead;
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
My childhood, then, had passed a mystery
Shrouded by death, my boyhood a shut thing.
The passion of my soul as it grew free
With growing youth, a bird with broken wing,
Exile
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
By the sad waters of separation
Where we have wandered by divers ways,
I have but the shadow and imitation
Of the old memorial days.
Epigram
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.
Epitaph On The World
© Henry David Thoreau
Here lies the body of this world,
Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
This golden youth long since was past,
Its silver manhood went as fast,
Epilogue:XXI 'Tristram of Lyonesse'
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
OUR MOTHER, which wast twice, as history saith,
Found first among the nations: once, when she
Every Thing
© Harold Monro
The Kettle puffed a tentacle of breath : --
' Pooh! I have boiled his water, I don't know
Why; and he always says I boil too slow,
He never calls me "Sukie, dear," and oh,
I wonder why I squander my desire
Sitting submissive on his fire.'
El Retorno Malefico
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Mejor será no regresar al pueblo,
Al edén subvertido que se calla
En la mutilación de la metralla.
Epitaph At Thermopylae
© Simonides
Four thousand of us fought three million.
When you visit Sparta, tell them:
Here, the soldiers kept their word.
