Poems begining by M
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Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
Then the family would say: "It's that horrible cat!
It was Mungojerrie--or Rumpelteazer!"-- And most of the time
they left it at that.
Mr. Mistoffelees
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
Music
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Take me by the hand;
it's so easy for you, Angel,
for you are the road
even while being immobile.
Moving Forward
© Rainer Maria Rilke
The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
M'Fingal - Canto IV
© John Trumbull
"For me, before that fatal time,
I mean to fly th' accursed clime,
And follow omens, which of late
Have warn'd me of impending fate.
M'Fingal - Canto III
© John Trumbull
By this, M'Fingal with his train
Advanced upon th' adjacent plain,
And full with loyalty possest,
Pour'd forth the zeal, that fired his breast.
M'Fingal - Canto II
© John Trumbull
"T' evade these crimes of blackest grain
You prate of liberty in vain,
And strive to hide your vile designs
In terms abstruse, like school-divines.
Man in a Window
© Ralph Angel
I dont know man trust is a precious thing
a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get repaid with humiliation
Luckily friends rally to my spiritual defense
I think theyre reminding me
mr youse needn't be so spry... (XVIII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
mr youse needn't be so spry
concernin questions artyeach has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain partygimme the he-man's solid bliss
for youse ideas i'll match yousea pretty girl who naked is
mrs... (15)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
a crazy man)don't
ask me how i know(a he of head
comes to some dirty window every)twilight i
Marianne Moore (35)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
M in a vicious world-to love virtue
A in a craven world-to have courage
R in a treacherous world-to prove loyal
I in a wavering world-to stand firm
my father moved through dooms of love
© Edward Estlin Cummings
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height
my mind is... (XXV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
tools
my love is building a building... (XII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
my girl's tall with hard long eyes... (XIX)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
my girl's tall with hard long eyes
as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping
silence on her dress, good for sleeping
is her long hard body filled with surprise
may my heart always be open to little... (19)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
my sweet old etcetera... (X)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting
maggie and milly and molly and may
© Edward Estlin Cummings
10maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,andmilly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;and molly was chased by a horrible thing
