Poems begining by J
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Judgment
© Leslie Coulson
But when my blanched days of sorrow end,
And this poor clay for funeral is drest,
Then shall my soul to Thy Gold Gate ascend,
Then shall my soul soar up and summon Thee
To tell me why. And as Thou answerest,
So shall I judge Thee, God, not Thou judge me.
July The Fourth, 1917
© Edgar Albert Guest
Time was the cry went round the world:
America for freedom speaks,
Jane's Marriage
© Rudyard Kipling
Jane lies in Winchester, blessed be her shade!
Praise the Lord for making her, and her for all she made.
And while the stones of Winchester-or Milson Street-remain,
Glory, Love, and Honour unto England's Jane!
Johnnie's First Moose
© William Henry Drummond
De cloud is hide de moon, but dere's plain-
tee light above,
Jis Sar Ko
© Meer Taqi Meer
jis sar ko garur aj hai yan tajawari ka
kal us pe yahin shor hai phir nauhagari ka
Japonicas
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BENEATH the sullen slope of shadowy skies,
Midmost this flowerless, wind-bewildered space
(Once a fair garden, now a desert-place)
Ah! what voluptuous hues are these that rise
Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo
© Anonymous
If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the plan
To get on to a station, I am just your very man.
Pack up the old portmanteau, and label it Paroo,
With a name aristocratic - Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
'Jack Robertson'
© Henry Lawson
HOW OFT in public meetings past,
Where sense was not and talk was loud,
June On The Merrimac
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O dwellers in the stately towns,
What come ye out to see?
This common earth, this common sky,
This water flowing free?
John Underhill
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A score of years had come and gone
Since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone,
When Captain Underhill, bearing scars
From Indian ambush and Flemish wars,
Left three-hilled Boston and wandered down,
East by north, to Cocheco town.
Janvier est revenu. Ne crains rien, noble femme!
© Victor Marie Hugo
Janvier est revenu. Ne crains rien, noble femme !
Qu'importe l'an qui passe et ceux qui passeront !
Mon amour toujours jeune est en fleur dans mon âme ;
Ta beauté toujours jeune est en fleur sur ton front.
Jerusalem
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
If God so raise the Dead, shall He pass by
The Captive and the immemorable chain?
January Morning
© William Carlos Williams
I have discovered that most of
the beauties of travel are due to
the strange hours we keep to see them:
Je Te Donne Ces Vers Afin Que Si Mon Nom (I Give You These Verses So That If My Name)
© Charles Baudelaire
Je te donne ces vers afin que si mon nom
Aborde heureusement aux époques lointaines,
Et fait rêver un soir les cervelles humaines,
Vaisseau favorisé par un grand aquilon,
Joy Breaking Forth in Dancing
© Theocritus
And they began to sing,
All beating time with cadence
With many twinkling feet,
And the house was ringing
Round with hymenean hymn.
Jaguar
© Lola Ridge
Nasal intonations of light
and clicking tongues * * *
publicity of windows
stoning me with pent-up cries * * *
smells of abattoirs * * *
smells of long-dead meat.
"Just for joy, take from my palms"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Just for joy, take from my palms
A little sun, a little honey,
As Persephone's bees commanded.
Judgment Day
© William Dean Howells
BEFORE Him weltered like a shoreless sea
The souls of them that had not sought to be,
