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Kneeling

© Ronald Stuart Thomas

Moments of great calm,

Kneeling before an altar

Kosmos

© Walt Whitman

Who includes diversity and is Nature,

Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also,

Kathleen

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O Norah, lay your basket down,
And rest your weary hand,
And come and hear me sing a song
Of our old Ireland.

Kneeling With Herrick

© James Whitcomb Riley

Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent.--

Give me content--

Knowlwood

© William Barnes

I don't want to sleep abrode, John,

I do like my hwomeward road, John;

Kisses

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Cupid, if storying legends tell aright,
Once framed a rich elixer of delight.
A chalice o'er love-kindled flames he fixed,
And in it nectar and ambrosia mixed:

Kiama

© Henry Kendall

Towards the hills of Jamberoo

Some few fantastic shadows haste,

Kubla Khan

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

Kissing Stieglitz Good-Bye

© Gerald Stern

Every city in America is approached
through a work of art, usually a bridge
but sometimes a road that curves underneath
or drops down from the sky. Pittsburgh has a tunnel—

King Of The River

© Stanley Kunitz

If the water were clear enough,

if the water were still,

Knecht Ruprecht - Santa's Helper

© Theodor Storm

I came here from the forest
I tell you, it is a very holy night!
All over the tips of the firs
I saw bright flashes of golden light…

Katrina's Sun-Dial

Hours fly,
Flowers die:
New days,
New ways:
Pass by!
Love stays.

Keep To The Right

KEEP to the right is the rule of the road,

Keep to the right as you travel along,

Kinmont Willie

© Andrew Lang

O have ye na heard o the fause Sakelde?
O have ye na heard o the keen Lord Scroop?
How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,
On Hairibee to hang him up?

When this mortal message from his mouthe past,
Great was the noyse bothe in hall and in bower:
The king fum'd; the queene screecht; ladies were aghast;
Princes puff'd; barons blustred; lords began lower;
Knights stormed; squires startled, like steeds in a stower;
Pages and yeomen yell'd out in the hall;