Poems begining by M
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Mad Blake
© William Rose Benet
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye,
And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart.
Blake knew how deep is Hell, and Heaven how high,
And could build the universe from one tiny part.
Making Love To Concrete
© Audre Lorde
An upright abutment in the mouth
of the Willis Avenue bridge
a beige Honda leaps the divider
like a steel gazelle inescapable
Merlin
© Edwin Muir
O Merlin in your crystal cave
Deep in the diamond of the day,
Will there ever be a singer
Whose music will smooth away
Manuel Komninos
© Constantine Cavafy
Happy all those who believe,
and like Emperor Manuel end their lives
dressed modestly in their faith.
Monotony
© Constantine Cavafy
One monotonous day is followed
by another monotonous, identical day. The same
things will happen, they will happen again --
the same moments find us and leave us.
Morning Sea
© Constantine Cavafy
Let me stop here. Let me, too, look at nature awhile.
The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the cloudless sky,
the yellow shore; all lovely,
all bathed in light.
Mystic Lady....
© Siddharth Anand
I search for love and find my soul
With you, my love, I am whole
And the mystic love that binds us
Reminds me of divinity.
Medallion
© Ezra Pound
Luini in porcelain!
The grand piano
Utters a profane
Protest with her clear soprano.
Masks
© Ezra Pound
Old singers half-forgetful of their tunes,
Old painters color-blind come back once more,
Old poets skill-less in the wind-heart runes,
Old wizards lacking in their wonder-lore:
Meditatio
© Ezra Pound
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.
My Country
© Dorothea Mackellar
My Country The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Monadnock through the Trees
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
And when the last of us, if we know how,
See farther from ourselves than we do now,
Assured with other sight than heretofore
That we have done our mortal best and worst,
Your calm will be the same as when the first
Assyrians went howling south to war.
Modernities
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
With infinite unseen enemies in the way
We have encountered the intangible,
To vanquish where our fathers, who fought well,
Scarce had assumed endurance for a day;
Yet we shall have our darkness, even as they,
And there shall be another tale to tell.
Many Are Called
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Only at unconjectured intervals,
By will of him on whom no man may gaze,
By word of him whose law no man has read,
A questing light may rift the sullen walls,
To cling where mostly its infrequent rays
Fall golden on the patience of the dead.
Momus
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
"Where's the need of singing now?"--
Smooth your brow,
Momus, and be reconciled.
For king Kronos is a child--
Merlin
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see,
So far beyond the faint edge of the world?
Dye look to see the lady Vivian,
Pursued by divers ominous vile demons
Miniver Cheevy
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.
Maya
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
"And what goes on up there," the Mind inquired,
"That I know not already to be true?"
"More than enough, but not enough for you,"
Said the descending Soul: "Here in the dark,
Where you are least revealed when most admired,
You may still be the bellows and the spark."
Mr Flood's Party
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
Over the hill between the town below
And the forsaken upland hermitage
That held as much as he should ever know
Memory
© William Browne
SO shuts the marigold her leaves
At the departure of the sun;
So from the honeysuckle sheaves
The bee goes when the day is done;
So sits the turtle when she is but one,
And so all woe, as I since she is gone.
