Poems begining by L
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Love's Prayer
© John Hay
If Heaven would hear my prayer,
My dearest wish would be,
Thy sorrows not to share
But take them all on me;
If Heaven would hear my prayer.
Lines To ---.
© Frances Anne Kemble
When 'twas my hap to meet you, for awhile
Our paths together layand each one brought
Looking, Walking, Being
© Denise Levertov
"The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in."
Mark Rudman
Losing Track
© Denise Levertov
Long after you have swung back
away from me
I think you are still with me:
Lallegro
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Felicity!
Who ope'st to none that knocks, yet, laughing weak,
Les Esclaves DAmour
© André Marie de Chénier
'Les esclaves d'amour ont tant versé de pleurs!
S'il a quelques plaisirs, il a tant de douleurs!
Lament
© Zbigniew Herbert
And now she has over her head brown clouds of roots
a slim lily of salt on the temples beads of sand
while she sails on the bottle of a boat through foaming nebulas
Letter To S.S. From Mametz Wood
© Robert Graves
I never dreamed wed meet that day
In our old haunts down Fricourt way,
Life's Lesson Book
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and Fate
The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf
My teacher turned the page and bade me wait.
"Learn first," she said, "love's grief";
And o'er and o'er through many a long tomorrow
She kept me conning that sad page of sorrow.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Hong Kong
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Hong Kong,
Who never did anything wrong.
He lay on his back,
With his head in a sack,
That innocuous Old Man of Hong Kong.
Le Christ Aux Oliviers
© Gerard de Nerval
Dieu est mort! le ciel est vide...
Pleurez! enfants, vous n'avez plus de père!
Jean Paul
La Liberte
© André Marie de Chénier
Tu te plais mieux sans doute au bois, à la prairie;
Tu le peux. Assieds-toi parmi l'herbe fleurie:
Moi, sous un antre aride, en cet affreux séjour,
Je me plais sur le roc à voir passer le jour.
Les «non» et les «zéro»
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
La nuit
qui a suicidé
les moments infinis
que je voudrais vivre,
Les idéaux
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Des montagnes enneigées,
des monuments anciens,
le nord qui nous signe,
la pensée qui coule,
Limits
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Fragments of glasses
in the empty room
of the inarticulate whispers,
bleed
