Poems begining by N
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Noon Hour
© Carl Sandburg
She sits in the dust at the walls
And makes cigars,
Bending at the bench
With fingers wage-anxious,
Changing her sweat for the day's pay.
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
© Mirabai
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
O my parents, I have searched the world
"Now all the lovely days are past"
© Lesbia Harford
Now all the lovely days are past,
The hours of sun and leagues of sea,
And starry nights that lay between
Yourself and me.
New Year On Dartmoor
© Sylvia Plath
This is newness : every little tawdry
Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar,
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet VII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But where he fared and how, it matters not.
He and his mourning ere a month had run
Were out of mind with all and clean forgot,
Kinsman and friend and foe: save only one,
Not Understood
© James Brunton Stephens
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
November, 1851
© George MacDonald
Why wilt thou stop and start?
Draw nearer, oh my heart,
And I will question thee most wistfully;
Gather thy last clear resolution
To look upon thy dissolution.
Not Even Love
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Dear child, thou know'st, I blame not thee;
Thou too, I know, hast shared the smart.
Neither did wrong; 'twas only she,
Nature, that moulded us apart.
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only
© Walt Whitman
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only;
Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself;
Night, on the Sea-shore
© Louisa Stuart Costello
No sound but the waters, that, murmuring, move
No light but the shadowless orb above.
But see! the shadows are gathering fast
The clear bright orb is gone:
Alas! no beauty can ever last,
That e'er I gaze upon!
Not To Be
© Augusta Davies Webster
THE rose said "Let but this long rain be past,
And I shall feel my sweetness in the sun
And pour its fullness into life at last."
But when the rain was done,
But when dawn sparkled through unclouded air,
She was not there.
Now Barabbas Was A Robber
© Adelaide Crapsey
No guile?
Nay, but so strangely
He moves among us. . Not this
Man but Barabbas! Release to us
Barabbas!
Noches De Hotel
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Se distraen las penas en los cuartos de hoteles
Con el heterogéneo concurso divertido
De yanquis, sacerdotes, quincalleros infieles,
Niñas recién casadas y mozas del partido.
New Love and Old
© Sara Teasdale
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new;
It was ghostly waking
All night thru.
Now I understand!
© Saigyo
Now I understand!
When to remember me
She vowed,
She said she would forget me,
But kindly!
