Poems begining by J
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Joy And Sorrow.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
As a fisher-boy I faredTo the black rock in the sea,
And, while false gifts I prepared.Listen'd and sang merrily,
Down descended the decoy,Soon a fish attack'd the bait;
One exultant shout of joy,--And the fish was captured straight.Ah! on shore, and to the woodPast the cliffs, o'er stock and stone,
January
© Edith Nesbit
WHILE yet the air is keen, and no bird sings,
Nor any vaguest thrills of heart declare
Jack Dunn of Nevertire
© Henry Lawson
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done,
A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run;
He had a round and jolly face, and he was sleek and stout,
He drove right up between the huts and called the super out.
Joy at the Approach of a Beloved
© Theocritus
Everywhere it is spring,
Everywhere are pastures,
And everywhere milkful udders are swelling,
And the lambkins are suckled
Johnnie Armstrang
© Andrew Lang
Some speak of lords, some speak of lairds,
And sic like men of high degree;
Of a gentleman I sing a sang,
Some time call'd Laird of Gilnockie.
Jerusalem
© Yehuda Amichai
On a roof in the Old City
Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy,
The towel of a man who is my enemy,
To wipe off the sweat of his brow.
Jim And Bill
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Bill Jones was cynical and sad;
He thought sincerity was rare;
Most people, Bill believed, were bad
And few were fair.
Jealousy
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
VAIN Love, why do'st thou boast of Wings,
That cannot help thee to retire!
When such quick Flames Suspicion brings,
As do the Heart about thee fire.
Still Swift to come, but when to go
Thou shou'd'st be moreAlas! how Slow.
Jump Rope
© Connie Wanek
There is menace
in its relentless course, round and round,
describing an ellipsoid,
an airy prison in which a young girl
is incarcerated.
Je prendrai par la main les deux petits enfants
© Victor Marie Hugo
Je prendrai par la main les deux petits enfants ;
J'aime les bois où sont les chevreuils et les faons,
Où les cerfs tachetés suivent les biches blanches
Et se dressent dans l'ombre effrayés par les branches ;
"Just as the ocean cradles our earth's orb..."
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Just as the ocean cradles our earth's orb,
This earthly life's by dreams surrounded;
John Keats
© Lord Byron
Who killed John Keats?
'I,' says the Quarterly,
So savage and Tartarly;
''Twas one of my feats.'
Jemmy Dawson
© William Shenstone
Come listen to my mournful tale,
Ye tender hearts and lovers dear!
Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh,
Nor need you blush to shed a tear.
Just Whistle A Bit
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark,
And the sky be overcast:
If mute be the voice of the piping lark,
Why, pipe your own small blast.
Just A Woman.
© Arthur Henry Adams
YOU ask me why I love her;
Not a charm can you discover!
Would you see
The heart that a shut rose is,
Jasmines
© Claude McKay
Your scent is in the room.
Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me!
Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume,
Heavy with dew before the dawn of day!
Jadis
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Erewhile, before the world was old,
When violets grew and celandine,
Jack-In-The-Box
© James Whitcomb Riley
... They talk. I can't hear what they say--
But I am glad, clean through and through
Sometimes, in fancying that they
Are saying, "Sweet, that fancy strays
In age back to our childish days!"
