Poems begining by M
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(Me up at does)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Me up at does
out of the floor
quietly Stare
a poisoned mouse
may i feel said he
© Edward Estlin Cummings
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
Man Listening To Disc
© Billy Collins
This is not bad --
ambling along 44th Street
with Sonny Rollins for company,
his music flowing through the soft calipers
of these earphones,
Marginalia
© Billy Collins
Students are more modest
needing to leave only their splayed footprints
along the shore of the page.
One scrawls "Metaphor" next to a stanza of Eliot's.
Another notes the presence of "Irony"
fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.
Madam Life's a Piece in Bloom
© William Ernest Henley
Madam Life's a piece in bloom
Death goes dogging everywhere:
She's the tenant of the room,
He's the ruffian on the stair.
Master And Mistress
© Stanley Kunitz
As if I were composed of dust and air,
The shape confronting me upon the stair
(Athlete of shadow, lighted by a stain
On its disjunctive breast--I saw it plain--)
May Morning
© James Wright
Deep into spring, winter is hanging on. Bitter and skillful in his
hopelessness, he stays alive in every shady place, starving along the
Mediterranean: angry to see the glittering sea-pale boulder alive
with lizards green as Judas leaves. Winter is hanging on. He still
Merry Autumn
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It's all a farce,these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o'er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.
My Little March Girl
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart,
There she is passing, the girl of my heart;
See where she walks like a queen in the street,
Weather-defying, calm, placid and sweet.
Morning
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
Momma Welfare Roll
© Maya Angelou
Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Million Man March Poem
© Maya Angelou
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Men
© Maya Angelou
When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
Me Imperturbe.
© Walt Whitman
ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
Master of all, or mistress of allaplomb in the midst of irrational things,
Imbued as theypassive, receptive, silent as they,
Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less important than I thought;
Mediums.
© Walt Whitman
THEY shall arise in the States,
They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness;
They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos;
They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive;
Mystic Trumpeter, The.
© Walt Whitman
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HARK! some wild trumpetersome strange musician,
Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.
Mother and Babe.
© Walt Whitman
I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother;
The sleeping mother and babehushd, I study them long and long.
My Picture-Gallery.
© Walt Whitman
IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fixd house,
It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories?
Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death;
Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,
With finger raisd he points to the prodigal pictures.
Myself and Mine.
© Walt Whitman
MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever,
To stand the cold or heatto take good aim with a gunto sail a boatto
manage
horsesto beget superb children,
Mannahatta.
© Walt Whitman
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!
Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient;
