Poems begining by N
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Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14)
© William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy;
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
night-piece
© Rg Gregory
what's that
i'm awake
a bang like a door or a foot
knocking a chair
who's there
Names Of The River
© Tadeusz Borowski
It's strange, like a dream, but somehow alive and painful
to walk in evening lanes, looking at lights and shadows
as at a traveling show, to be the wind and the branch
pressed against the sky, to pass in shapes, and flow
as on a river's tide, and each shape is a wave
rising alone and alone silently falling. . .
natural therapy
© Rg Gregory
the great thing about the tall white daisy
is that it knows how to laugh at itselfsome flowers for all their rich displays
won't preen themselves without a primnessin their sap - nor let their stalks abide
bending this way that way in the thick windthe large daisy is happy to be slapdash
No Beer, No Work
© Ellis Parker Butler
The shades of night was fallin slow
As through New York a guy did go
And nail on evry barroom door
A card that this here motter bore:
No beer, no work.
Night In The City
© Ellis Parker Butler
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town,
And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays
The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist
And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze.
New England Magazine
© Ellis Parker Butler
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day
While yet the nuit was early,
Je met a homme whose barbe was grey,
Whose cheveaux long and curly.
Number 20
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Number 8
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
It was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant
a face as easily hurt
by laughter or light
Niobe in Distress
© Phillis Wheatley
Seven sprightly sons the royal bed adorn,
Seven daughters beauteous as the op'ning morn,
As when Aurora fills the ravish'd sight,
And decks the orient realms with rosy light
From their bright eyes the living splendors play,
Nor can beholders bear the flashing ray.
Nine Little Goblins
© James Whitcomb Riley
THEY all climbed up on a high board-fence---
Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes---
Nine little Goblins that had no sense,
And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;
And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat---
And I asked them what they were staring at.
Night (O you whose countenance)
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Night. O you whose countenance, dissolved
in deepness, hovers above my face.
You who are the heaviest counterweight
to my astounding contemplation.
now what were motionless move(exists no... (89)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
miracle mightier than this:to feel)
poor worlds must merely do,which then are done;
and whose last doing shall not quite undo
such first amazement as a leaf-here's one
now does our world descend...
© Edward Estlin Cummings
now does our world descend
the path to nothingness
(cruel now cancels kind;
friends turn to enemies)
therefore lament,my dream
and don a doer's doom
Now i lay(with everywhere around)... (44)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness--
