Poems begining by M
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Mareye
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Mareye était très douce étourdie et charmante
Moi je l'aimais d'Amour m'aimait-elle, qui sait?
May 8
© David Lehman
700 francs will get you $109.91
on this muggy May afternoon
which is good to know since
I just found 700 francs in my wallet
March 1
© David Lehman
I could stare for hours
at her, the woman stepping
out of her bath, breasts
bare, towel around her waist,
Maximism
© David Lehman
What I propose is not
Marxism, which
is not dead yet in
the English department,
Martha
© George MacDonald
With joyful pride her heart is high:
Her humble house doth hold
The man her nation's prophecy
Long ages hath foretold!
March 30
© David Lehman
Eighty-one degrees a record high for the day
which is not my birthday but will do until
the eleventh of June comes around and I know
what I want: a wide-brimmed Panama hat
My Boating Song
© Horace Smith
Hurrah, boys, or losing or winning,
Feel your stretchers and make the blades bend;
Hard on to it, catch the beginning,
And pull it clean through to the end.
My Pole Star --- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
Standard translation
I have made You the polar star of my
existence; never again can I lose my way in the
voyage of life.
Many Are Called
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Queen of my life! I do not love you less
Because you choose not me to cast your woes on.
It is enough for me you once said ``Yes.''
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
March
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Shall Thor with his hammer
Beat on the mountain,
As on an anvil,
A shackle and fetter?
My Garden
© Eugene Field
My garden aboundeth in pleasant nooks
And fragrance is over it all;
For sweet is the smell of my old, old books
In their places against the wall.
Moonstruck
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I have quarrelled with the Moon. I loved her once,
As all boys love one face supremely fair.
I had heard her praised, and I too, happy dunce,
Let my tongue wag and made her my heart's prayer.
My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His
© Sir Philip Sidney
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
Matins
© Louise Gluck
You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding. You ought to know
I'm never weeding, on my knees, pulling
Midnight
© Louise Gluck
Speak to me, aching heart: what
Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
Weeping in the dark garage
With your sack of garbage: it is not your job
Mon Choual "Castor"
© William Henry Drummond
I'm poor man, me, but I buy las' May
Wan horse on de Comp'nie Passengaire,
An' auction feller w'at sole heem say
She's out of de full-breed "Messengaire."
Mendicants
© Madison Julius Cawein
Bleak, in dark rags of clouds, the day begins,
That passed so splendidly but yesterday,
Marie Laveau Talks About Magic From A Confessional In St. Louis Cathedral
© Chris Tusa
Marie Laveau, a colored woman who eventually became
known as the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, often used
her knowledge of Voodoo to manipulate and acquire power.
--Enigma
