Poems begining by N
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No Time
© Billy Collins
In a rush this weekday morning,
I tap the horn as I speed past the cemetery
where my parents are buried
side by side beneath a slab of smooth granite.
New England Cocky
© Anonymous
"To Mary I give my pet kangaroo,
"May it prove to turn out a great blessing, too;
"To Michael I leave the old cockatoo,
"And to Bridget I'll give the piebald emu.
Nineteen-Fourteen: Peace
© Rupert Brooke
Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping!
Nel Mezzo Del Cammin
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Whisper it not that late in years
Sorrow shall fade and the world be brighter,
Now He Knows All There Is To Know. Now He Is Acquainted With The Day And Night
© Delmore Schwartz
Whose wood this is I think I know:
He made it sacred long ago:
He will expect me, far or near
To watch that wood immense with snow.
Nogi
© Harriet Monroe
Great soldier of the fighting clan,
Across Port Arthur's frowning face of stone
You drew the battle sword of old Japan,
And struck the White Tsar from his Asian throne.
Narcissus
© Delmore Schwartz
“Call us what you will: we are made such by love.”
We are such studs as dreams are made on, and
Our little lives are ruled by the gods, by Pan,
Piping of all, seeking to grasp or grasping
All of the grapes; and by the bow-and-arrow god,
Cupid, piercing the heart through, suddenly and forever.
New Magic
© Kenneth Slessor
At last I know—it’s on old ivory jars,
Glassed with old miniatures and garnered once with musk.
I’ve seen those eyes like smouldering April stars
As carp might see them behind their bubbled skies
In pale green fishponds—they’re as green your eyes,
As lakes themselves, changed to green stone at dusk.
November
© Hartley Coleridge
THE mellow year is hasting to its close:
The little birds have almost sung their last,
Nonsense Verses
© Gelett Burgess
THE Window has Four little Panes:
But One have I;
The Window-Panes are in its sash,
I wonder why!
No Steps
© Jane Kenyon
The young bull dropped his head and stared.
Only a wispy wire—electrified—kept us
apart. That, and two long rows of asparagus.
An ancient apple tree
blossomed prodigally pink and white.
Nocturne
© Li-Young Lee
That scraping of iron on iron when the wind
rises, what is it? Something the wind won’t
"Nature's the same as Rome, was reflected in it"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Nature's the same as Rome, was reflected in it.
We see images of its civic might
In the clear air, as in the sky-blue circus,
In the forum of fields, the colonnade of the grove.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet VI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
So he departed angry and in haste,
A bitter wanderer on the ways of life:
He cared not whither so he found a feast
Spread for his hunger which should need no strife.
Not Forgotten
© Toi Derricotte
I love the way the black ants use their dead.
They carry them off like warriors on their steel
No Words Can Describe It
© Mark Strand
How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace
