Poems begining by H
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humming-bird pie
© Rg Gregory
the paiute indians had the bird sussed
a humming bird (loaded with seeds) set out
to see beyond the sun - it aimed to be frugal
rationing itself to only one seed a day - even so
it ran out long before it meant to
it gave up (getting nowhere and seeing nothing) -
happiness
© Rg Gregory
happiness is the stuff of birthdays
and the coming of sweet things
when they are not expected
Hail Queen of Angels holy Quires;
© John Austin
Hail Queen of Angels holy Quires;
Hail whom the Court of heav'n admires;
Hope The Hornblower
© Sir Henry Newbolt
"Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;
Sluggards, awake, and front the morn!
hawthorns and the like
© Rg Gregory
as the landscape falls away
the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion
is content to stand alone
berries (the very tint of passion)
that birds are wont to feed upon
bloodstain the shortened day
Hom. IL. v. 403
© George MacDonald
If thou art tempted by a thought of ill,
Crave not too soon for victory, nor deem
however grown up
© Rg Gregory
six...six...why only yesterday
it seems that fist shot out
that one eye winked...and yet
now that this day's arrived
haunting the quark
© Rg Gregory
(I)
if you cant scientifically explain it
dawkins says it has no value some hope
inside the mechanical framework of a guess
(as far as any fact can truly grope)
doubts roam mere looking cant attain it
handyman
© Rg Gregory
the two hands of me make inimical gestures
that only long after betray the one tunethough they have the same taste in throats
they go to their crime disgusted with kinshipthe right has to act as if crazy for order
the left as a dawdler dangling by wateron sundays they plan suicides for each other
Hesper
© Bion of Smyrna
Hesper, thou golden light of happy love,
Hesper, thou holy pride of purple eve,
Henry Bartle Edward Frere
© Alfred Austin
Bend down and read-the birth, the death, the name.
Born in the year that Waterloo was won,
How Many Demands...
© Anna Akhmatova
How many demands the beloved can make!
The woman discarded, none.
How glad I am that today the water
Under the colorless ice is motionless.
He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World
© William Butler Yeats
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
Harvester's Song"
© Adelaide Crapsey
Reap, reap the grain and gather
The sweet grapes from the vine;
Here Pushkins Endless Exile Has Begun
© Anna Akhmatova
Here Pushkin's endless exile has begun,
And Lermontov's exile turned out fatal,
Her Name Liberty
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Then crawled I to her feet, in whose dear cause
I made this venture, and ``Behold,'' I said,
``How I am wounded for thee in these wars.''
But she, ``Poor cripple, wouldst thou I should wed
A limbless trunk?'' and laughing turned from me.
Yet was she fair, and her name ``Liberty.''
How can you bear to look at the Neva?
© Anna Akhmatova
How can you bear to look at the Neva?
How can you bear to cross the bridges?.
Not in vain am I known as the grieving one
Since the time you appeared to me.
Hymn To Death
© William Cullen Bryant
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart
Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem
Heartbeat
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart
which safely exists in the center of all things?
His giant heartbeat is diverted in us
into little pulses. And his giant grief
Herr, Es Ist Zeit
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr gro?.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
und auf den Fluren la? die Winde los.
