Poems begining by L
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"Lethe" in my flower,
© Emily Dickinson
"Lethe" in my flower,
Of which they who drink
In the fadeless orchards
Hear the bobolink!
Long Years apart -- can make no
© Emily Dickinson
Long Years apart -- can make no
Breach a second cannot fill --
The absence of the Witch does not
Invalidate the spell --
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
© Emily Dickinson
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
I hear the level Bee --
A Jar across the Flowers goes
Their Velvet Masonry --
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
© Emily Dickinson
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind --
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand --
Like eyes that looked on Wastes
© Emily Dickinson
Like eyes that looked on Wastes --
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank -- and steady Wilderness --
Diversified by Night --
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
© Emily Dickinson
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
© Emily Dickinson
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
When sweet incarcerated here
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea
© Emily Dickinson
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea.
My Caspian -- thee.
Love's stricken "why"
© Emily Dickinson
Love's stricken "why"
Is all that love can speak --
Built of but just a syllable
The hugest hearts that break.
Love -- is anterior to Life --
© Emily Dickinson
Love -- is anterior to Life --
Posterior -- to Death --
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth --
Like her the Saints retire,
© Emily Dickinson
Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!
Letters
© Spike Milligan
I was thinking of letters,
We all have a lot in our life
A few good - a few sad
But mostly run of the mill-
La Regina Avrillouse
© Ezra Pound
Lady of rich allure,
Queen of the spring's embrace,
Your arms are long like boughs of ash,
Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure,
Lament of the Frontier Guard
© Ezra Pound
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now!
Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn.
I climb the towers and towers
L'Art
© Ezra Pound
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
Landscapes
© John Burnside
Behind faces and gestures
We remain mute
And spoken words heavy
With what we ignore or keep silent
Betray us
Leffingwell
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
I tell you, Leffingwell was more than these;
And if he prove a rather sorry knight,
What quiverings in the distance of what light
May not have lured him with high promises,
And then gone down?He may have been deceived;
He may have lied,he did; and he believed.
Lingard and the Stars
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
He stood then by the window for a time,
And only after the last midnight chime
Smote the day dead did he say anything:
Come out, my little one, the stars are bright;
Come out, you lælaps, and inhale the night.
And so he went away with Clavering.
Lisette and Eileen
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
When he was here alive, Eileen,
There was a word you might have said;
So never mind what I have been,
Or anything,for you are dead.
