Poems begining by M
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Merrymind
© James Hebblethwaite
Oh, the joyfulness and kissing of that fiddles flowings,
Giving rest and happiness, and laughter delicate!
Fling out from this iron world to his merry bowings,
Oh, be not too late!
milano
© Rg Gregory
wandering around milan my father
i know that (bred in the bone) i'm you
i walk and think - my legs roll onwards
i take in the atmosphere but not the view
malvern abbey
© Rg Gregory
the day was as grey as the abbey
the light that filtered through the glass
had no disturbing shine about it
no one inside was grasping to collect it
"Mylo Jones's Wife"
© James Whitcomb Riley
"Mylo Jones's wife" was all
I heerd, mighty near, last Fall--
M'Andrew's Hymn
© Rudyard Kipling
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time, I tak' it so - exceptin' always Steam.
From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God -
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.
May Morning
© Stephen Vincent Benet
This is the time of all-sufficing laughter
At idiotic things some one has done,
And there is neither past nor vague hereafter.
And all your body stretches in the sun
And drinks the light in like a liquid thing;
Filled with the divine languor of late spring.
Morning Land
© George Essex Evans
Around and beneath, the dull grey mist and the sullen roar of the sea,
Scant footing-place on the sheer cliffs facewith death for a penalty;
But afar and above there is rest and love, there is hope for brain and hand,
The valleys fair and the crystal air and the peaks of Morning Land.
Mental Cases
© Wilfred Owen
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' tongues wicked?
My Eppie Macnab
© Robert Burns
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
She's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird,
She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab.
Mouths Of Hippopotami And Some Recent Novels
© Ellis Parker Butler
I well recall (and who does not)
The circus bill-board hippopotamus,
whose wide distended jaws
For fear and terror were good cause.
Millennium
© Ellis Parker Butler
Son, the millennium is at hand!
What though Armenians be mashed flat?
The world is getting just perfectly grand,
For the Turk has bought him a derby hat.
Mutual Forbearance : Necessary to the Happiness of the Married State
© William Cowper
The lady thus address'd her spouse--
What a mere dungeon is this house!
Memory Of Sun
© Anna Akhmatova
Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Hover, hover.
March Elegy
© Anna Akhmatova
I have enough treasures from the past
to last me longer than I need, or want.
You know as well as I . . . malevolent memory
won't let go of half of them:
Morning
© Jones Very
The light will never open sightless eyes,
It comes to those who willingly would see;
Mr. Apollinax
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees,
And of Priapus in the shrubbery
Mélange Adultère de Tout
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
EN Amerique, professeur;
En Angleterre, journaliste;
Cest à grands pas et en sueur
Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste.
Morning at the Window
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
Mr. Eliots Sunday Morning Service
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE
The sapient sutlers of the Lord
Drift across the window-panes.
In the beginning was the Word.
