Poems begining by L
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Long House Valley Poem
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
the valley is in northeastern Arizona where one of the largest power centers in this hemisphere is being built
Living
© O'Reilly John Boyle
To toil all day and lie worn-out at night;To rise for all the years to slave and sleep,And breed new broods to do no other thingIn toiling, bearing, breeding -- life is thisTo myriad men, too base for man or brute
Little Daughter
© Nicholls Marjory
My daughter, my little child Who, but yesterdayWas, in my count of the years But a child at play;My daughter, my little child Now wanders apartObsessed with some secret thought-- Some sorrow of heart.
Little Jack Horner
© Mother Goose
Little Jack HornerSat in a corner,Eating of Christmas pye;He put in his thumb,And pull'd out a plumb,And what a good boy was I.
Lost Content
© Moritz Albert Frank
You couples lyingwhere moon-scythes and day-scythes reaped you,browning fruit falls and sleepsin tangled nests, the wild grass,falls from your apple tree that still grows here:cry for your dead hero, his weak sword, his flight,that you were slaughtered and your bed poured whiteness,the issue of murdered marriage dawns
Life's Fate
© Julia A Moore
The world is filled with trouble; This world is filled with woe;We poor mortals can not shun it, Wherever we may go
Lovers in a London Shadow
© Harold Monro
You two, who woo, take record of to-night;(This corner, that arc-light):For you may never feel againSuch joyful pain.
Liturgy: Visiting P.K.
© Meyer Bruce
There is a woman floating in a windowTransparentChristmas wreaths in passing housesShine now in eye and now in hair, in heart.-- P.K. Page, "Reflection in a Train Window"
Li-Lo (Blazon)
© McGimpsey David
The Fully Loaded, Freaky Friday smasherholed up in rehab but still looking smart
Lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read Mathematics in November after one’s fire is out
© James Clerk Maxwell
In the sad November time,When the leaf has left the lime,And the Cam, with sludge and slime, Plasters his ugly channel,While, with sober step and slow,Round about the marshes low,Stiffening students stumping go Shivering through their flannel
[Let that which is to come be as it may...]
© John Masefield
Let that which is to come be as it may,Darkness, extinction, justice, life intenseThe flies are happy in the summer day,Flies will be happy many summers hence
Lincoln, Man of the People [1922 version]
© Edwin Markham
When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind HourGreatening and darkening as it hurried on,She left the Heaven of Heroes and came downTo make a man to meet the mortal need
Le Sonneur
© Stéphane Mallarme
Cependant que la cloche éveille sa voix claireA l'air pur et limpide et profond du matinEt passe sur l'enfant qui jette pour lui plaireUn angelus parmi la lavande et le thym,
L'Azur
© Stéphane Mallarme
De l'éternel azur la sereine ironieAccable, belle indolemment comme les fleurs,Le poëte impuissant qui maudit son génieA travers un désert stérile de Douleurs.
Like to the Clear in Highest Sphere
© Thomas Lodge
Like to the clear in highest sphereWhere all imperial glory shines,Of selfsame colour is her hair,Whether unfolded or in twines: Heigh ho, fair Rosalind
Leaving The White King's Town At Dawn
© Li Bai
Leaving at dawn the White King crowned with rainbow cloud,I have sailed a thousand miles through Three Gorges in a day
Les Roses de Sâdi
© Andrew Lang
This morning I vowed I would bring thee my roses,They were thrust in the band that my bodice encloses;But the breast-knots were broken, the roses went free.
