Poems begining by N
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Narcissus, Photographer
© Erica Jong
"...a frozen memory, like any photo,
where nothing is missing, not even,
and especially, nothingness..."
-- Julio Cortázar, "Blow Up"
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
So in his agony at noon he came,
On the third day, to where without the walls
Stood San Lorenzo with its front of flame,
Where mourners wait the accustomed funerals.
Noli Me Tangere
© Lesbia Harford
We watched the dawn breaking across the sea
While just above us hung the evening star.
The nearer waters took a hint of white
And clouds and waves together massed afar,
North Infinity Street
© Conrad Aiken
The alarm clocks tick in a thousand furnished rooms,
tick and are wound for a thousand separate dooms;
all down both sides of North Infinity Street
you hear that contrapuntal pawnshop beat.
No Songs In Winter
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The sky is gray as gray may be,
There is no bird upon the bough,
There is no leaf on vine or tree.
Night Wind
© John Clare
Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods
Clamours with dismal tidings of the rain
Nymphs
© Katharine Tynan
Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain,
Oreads all ?
Nothing at all stirs here save the drip of the fountain;
Answers our call
Nanda's Darling Child
© Sant Surdas
Who can contain his joy, say, on seeing the lotus-like lovely face of Nanda's darling child when he awakes?
His beauty infatuates sages,and destroys the pride of Kama, it captivates the hearts of hundreds of young girls. When he softly smiles the gleam of his teeth seems as though rubies have been stringed with pearls.
Noonday Hills.
© Robert Crawford
The silent blue haze in the noonday hills
Is deep with glory, as the very air
Were an alembic.
Nothing Unusual
© Edgar Albert Guest
They lived together thirty years,
I Through storm and sunshine, weal and woe;
Newark Abbey
© Thomas Love Peacock
I gaze, where August's sunbeam falls
Along these grey and lonely walls,
Till in its light absorbed appears
The lapse of five-and-thirty years.
Nightfall In The City Of Hyderabad
© Sarojini Naidu
See the white river that flashes and scintillates,
Curved like a tusk from the mouth of the city-gates.
Night
© James Montgomery
Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labors close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose,
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed!
Nach Der 15. Ode Anakreons
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Was frag ich nach dem Grosssultan,
Und Mahomets Gesetzen?
Was geht der Perser Schach mich an,
Mit allen seinen Schaetzen?
November
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WITHIN the deep-blue eyes of Heaven a haze
Of saddened passion dims their tender light,
For that her fair queen-child, the Summer bright,
Lies a wan corse amidst her mouldering bays:
Nirvana
© Mathilde Blind
Enter thy soul's vast realm as Sovereign Lord,
And, like that angel with the flaming sword,
Wave off life's clinging hands. Then chains will fall
From the poor slave of self's hard tyranny-
And Thou, a ripple rounded by the sea,
In rapture lost be lapped within the All.
Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55)
© William Shakespeare
Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
