Poems begining by N
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nothing false and possible is love... (XXXIV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
nothing false and possible is love
(who's imagined,therefore is limitless)
love's to giving as to keeping's give;
as yes is to if,love is to yes
nobody loved this... (4)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
nobody loved this
he)with its
of eye stuck
into a rock of
nobody loses all the time (X)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i had an uncle named
Sol who was a born failure and
nearly everybody said he should have gone
into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could
sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which
may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle
next to of course god america i... (III)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
"next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn's early my
country tis of centuries come and go
Neither Snow
© Billy Collins
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
the distinguishable flakes
blowing sideways,
looked like krill
fleeing the maw of an advancing whale.
Nightclub
© Billy Collins
You are so beautiful and I am a fool
to be in love with you
is a theme that keeps coming up
in songs and poems.
Narva and Mored
© Thomas Chatterton
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored
The priest of Chalma's triple idol said.
High from the ground the youthful warriors sprung,
Loud on the concave shell the lances rung:
Not Heaving from My Ribbâd Breast Only.
© Walt Whitman
NOT heaving from my ribbd breast only;
Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself;
Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs;
Not in many an oath and promise broken;
Not Heat Flames up and Consumes.
© Walt Whitman
NOT heat flames up and consumes,
Not sea-waves hurry in and out,
Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe summer, bears lightly along white
down-balls of
Not Youth Pertains to Me.
© Walt Whitman
NOT youth pertains to me,
Nor delicatesseI cannot beguile the time with talk;
Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant;
In the learnd coterie sitting constraind and stillfor learning. inures
Now List to my Mornings Romanza.
© Walt Whitman
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NOW list to my mornings romanzaI tell the signs of the Answerer;
To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the sunshine before me.
Now Finale to the Shore.
© Walt Whitman
NOW finale to the shore!
Now, land and life, finale, and farewell!
Now Voyager depart! (much, much for thee is yet in store;)
Often enough hast thou adventurd oer the seas,
Native Moments.
© Walt Whitman
NATIVE moments! when you come upon meAh you are here now!
Give me now libidinous joys only!
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
To-day, I go consort with natures darlingsto-night too;
Night Ray
© Paul Celan
Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one:
to her I send the coffin of lightest wood.
Waves billow round it as round the bed of our dream in Rome;
it wears a white wig as I do and speaks hoarsely:
Nagasaki Days
© Allen Ginsberg
Cumulus clouds float across blue sky
over the white-walled Rockwell Corporation factory
-- am I going to stop that?
Now At Liberty
© Dorothy Parker
Little white love, your way you've taken;
Now I am left alone, alone.
Little white love, my heart's forsaken.
(Whom shall I get by telephone?)
Nocturne
© Dorothy Parker
Always I knew that it could not last
(Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying),
Now it is part of the golden past
(Darkening skies, and the night-wind sighing);
Not yet 40, my beard is already white.
© Lew Welch
Not yet 40, my beard is already white.
Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red,
like a child who has cried too much.
