Poems begining by M
/ page 83 of 130 /Moon-Drowned
© James Whitcomb Riley
'Twas the height of the fete when we quitted the riot,
And quietly stole to the terrace alone,
Where, pale as the lovers that ever swear by it,
The moon it
Maya
© Catherine Pozzi
Je descends les degrés de siècles et de sable
Qui retournent à vous l'instant désespéré
Terre des temples d'or, j'entre dans votre fable
Atlantique adoré.
Ma And The Auto
© Edgar Albert Guest
Before we take an auto ride Pa says to Ma: "My dear,
Now just remember I don't need suggestions from the rear.
If you will just sit still back there and hold in check your fright,
I'll take you where you want to go and get you back all right.
Remember that my hearing's good and also I'm not blind,
And I can drive this car without suggestions from behind."
Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray
© Amir Khusro
Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray,
Ghar naari kanwari kahay so karay,
Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray.
Sohni suratiya, mohni muratiya,
My Trust
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A picture memory brings to me
I look across the years and see
Myself beside my mother's knee.
Mary
© Edgar Bowers
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian
Since she first knew and had to go away
From home that spring to have her child with strangers,
Sustained her, till the vanished boy next door
Memory of France
© Paul Celan
Together with me recall: the sky of Paris,
that giant autumn crocus...
We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth:
they were blue and they opened up in the water.
May and the Poets
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
There is May in books forever;
May will part from Spenser never;
May's in Milton, May's in Prior,
May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer;
Morning Poem #39
© Wanda Phipps
if she took off her top
would that embarrass you
would you smile and laugh newvously
would there be
Mt. Lykaion
© Trumbull Stickney
Alone on Lykaion since man hath been
Stand on the height two columns, where at rest
Maundy Thursday
© Wilfred Owen
Between the brown hands of a server-lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
My Garden
© Edward Thomas
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot--