Poems begining by N
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Noisy Noisy
© Jack Prelutsky
It's noisy, noisy overhead,
the birds are winging south,
and every bird is opening
a noisy, noisy mouth.
Not Here
© Jane Kenyon
Tufts of fibers, droppings like black
caraway seeds, and the stains of birth
and afterbirth give off the strong
unforgettable attar of mouse
that permeates an old farmhouse
on humid summer days.
Nineteen-Fourteen: The Dead
© Rupert Brooke
Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain,
Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.
Night
© Charles Heavysege
'Tis solemn darkness; the sublime of shade;
Night, by no stars nor rising moon relieved;
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Matron was she of a great Roman house,
And wed in youth to one she might not love;
Her birth, her fortune, her name luminous,
Such as all noblest virtues most behove.
None
© Hayden Carruth
You died. And because you were Greek they gave you
a coin to carry under your tongue and then also
Number Man
© Carl Sandburg
He balanced fives against tens
and made them sleep together
and love each other.
Night Shift
© Sylvia Plath
It was not a heart, beating.
That muted boom, that clangor
Far off, not blood in the ears
Drumming up and fever
Nightfall
© Madison Julius Cawein
O day, so sicklied o'er with night!
O dreadful fruit of fallen dusk!--
A Circe orange, golden-bright,
With horror 'neath its husk.
"Needs must I sing"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Lady, relent: thou whom all gifts adorn,
Who dost all worth and every grace display,
More than all other dames that e'er were born,
And give me kindly succour, since you may.
North Wind
© Lola Ridge
I love you, malcontent
Male wind -
Shaking the pollen from a flower
Or hurling the sea backward from the grinning sand.
Nutting Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The November sun invites me,
And although the chill wind smites me,
Northumberland House
© Stevie Smith
I was always a thoughtful youngster,
Said the lady on the omnibus,
I remember Father used to say,
You are more thoughtful than us.
Night of Battle
© Yvor Winters
In the long path of lead
That changes place like light
No shape of hand or head
Means anything tonight.
Nabokovs Blues
© William Matthews
The wallful of quoted passages from his work,
with the requisite specimens pinned next
to their literary cameo appearances, was too good
National Song (E.C.)
© Ezra Pound
There is no land like England
Where banks rise day by day,
There are no banks like English banks
To make the people pay.
Nuns of the Perpetual Adoration
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls,
These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray:
And it is one with them when evening falls,
And one with them the cold return of day.
Ninny Nanny Netticoat
© Beatrix Potter
Ninny Nanny Netticoat,
In a white petticoat,
With a red nose, -
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.
No Classes!
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
No classes here! Why, that is idle talk.
The village beau sneers at the country boor;
The importuning mendicants who walk
Our cites streets despise the parish poor.
