Poems begining by M
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Magi
© Sylvia Plath
The abstracts hover like dull angels:
Nothing so vulgar as a nose or an eye
Bossing the ethereal blanks of their face-ovals.
Mignonne
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Whate'er thou dost thou'rt dear.
Uncertain troubles sanctify
More Sonnets At Christmas I
© Allen Tate
Suppose I take an arrogant bomber, stroke
By stroke, up to the frazzled sun to hear
Sun-ghostlings whisper: Yes, the capital yoke-
Remove it and there's not a ghost to fear
This crucial day, whose decapitate joke
Languidly winds into the inner ear.
Mary And John
© William Cowper
If John marries Mary, and Mary alone,
'Tis a very good match between Mary and John.
Should John wed a score, oh, the claws and the scratches!
It can't be a match :-- 'tis a bundle of matches.
Meeting -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
To say, Here you are,
I looked in so many places, so many ways I walked
But you are there everywhere in this world
Which we flood with tears
Crying, Where are you, O where!
My Little Lovelies
© Arthur Rimbaud
A tearful tincture washes
Cabbage-green skies;
Beneath the dribbling bushes
Your raincoats lie;
My Part
© Edgar Albert Guest
I may never be a hero, I am past the limit now,
There are pencil marks of silver Time has left upon my brow;
I shall win no service medals, I shall hear no cannons' roar,
I shall never fight a battle higher up than eagles soar,
But I hope my children's children may recall my name with pride
As a man who never whimpered when his soul was being tried.
Make Me No Grave
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Make me no grave within that quiet place
Where friends shall sadly view the grassy mound,
Politely solemn for a little space,
As though the spirit slept beneath the ground.
Mountains
© Henry Kendall
Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,
Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;
Ma And The Ouija Board
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's just a shiny piece of wood, with letters printed here an' there,
An' has a little table which you put your fingers on with care,
An' then you sit an' whisper low some question that you want to know.
Then by an' by the spirit comes an' makes the little table go,
An' Ma, she starts to giggle then an' Pa just grumbles out, "Oh, Lord!
I wish you hadn't bought this thing. We didn't need a ouija board."
Matilda Gathering Flowers
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
And earnest to explore within--around--
The divine wood, whose thick green living woof
Tempered the young day to the sight--I wound
Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Motherless baby and babyless mother,
Bring them together to love one another.
Madonna
© Alfred Austin
Let me, calm face, remain
For ever in these sweet sequestered nooks,
Remote from pain,
Where leafy laurustinus overlooks
The blue abounding main.
Memory
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
If I ever go back to Baltimore,
The city of Maryland,
I shall miss again as I missed before
A thousand things of the world in store,
The story standing in every door
That beckons with every hand.
Memories Of The Pacific Coast
© Alfred Noyes
I know a land, I, too,
Where warm keen incense on the sea-wind blows,
And all the winter long the skies are blue,
And the brown deserts blossom with the rose.
Memory
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Is Memory most of miseries miserable,
Or the one flower of ease in bitterest hell?
