Poems begining by N
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Negligible Old Star
© Gertrude Stein
NEGLIGIBLE old star.
Pour even.
It was a sad per cent.
Does on sun day.
Watch or water.
So soon a moon or a old heavy press.
No Use Sighin'
© Edgar Albert Guest
No use frettin' when the rain comes down,
No use grievin' when the gray clouds frown,
No use sighin' when the wind blows strong,
No use wailin' when the world's all wrong;
Only thing that a man can do
Is work an' wait till the sky gets blue.
Night Movement-New York
© Carl Sandburg
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms,
And cool the loud streets that kept their dust noon and afternoon;
November 1813
© William Wordsworth
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,
Our aged Sovereign sits, to the ebb and flow
Of states and kingdoms, to their joy or woe,
Insensible. He sits deprived of sight,
Nova
© Robinson Jeffers
That Nova was a moderate star like our good sun; it stored no
doubt a little more than it spent
N. Y.
© Ezra Pound
My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender,
Listen! Listen to me, and I will breathe into thee a soul.
Delicately upon the reed, attend me!
Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Anon, ere yet his pleasure was aware
Of other presence with him in that place,
A growing murmur in the jubilant air,
With hum of voices gathering apace,
Night-Scene in Genoa
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
He pauses - from the partiarch's brow
There beams more lofty grandeur now;
His reverend form, his aged hand,
Assume a gesture of command,
His voice is awful, and his eye
Fill's with prophetic majesty.
Night Song
© John Gould Fletcher
Ask me no more but love,
-- See, the west is all roses! --
Darkness comes down from above;
No more -- the hour closes;
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Twas thus with my Natalia, suppliant soul,
Who loved young Adrian to her heart's despite,
And loved him dearly, yet could not cajole
Her fears of ill nor use her woman's right
Not Knowing Why by Ann Struthers : American Life in Poetry #253 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
Animals are incapable of reason, or so we’ve been told, but we imaginative humans keep talking to our dogs and cats as if they could do algebra. In this poem, Ann Struthers looks into the mystery of instinctive behavior.
Nebuchadnezzar's Fall
© Robert Graves
Frowning over the riddle that Daniel told,
Down through the mist hung garden, below a feeble sun,
The King of Persia walked: oh, the chilling cold!
His mind was webbed with a grey shroud vapour-spun.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A heritage for ever. Such a sleep
Came upon Adrian and such a dream,
As in the shade he lay a weary heap.
For, while he rested, still it seemed to him
Nocturnal Vigils
© Alfred Austin
Why do you chide me that, when mortals yield
To slumber's charm, from sleep I ask no boon,
No te tardes que me muero
© Juan del Encina
No te tardes que me muero,
carcelero,
no te tardes que me muero.
