Poems begining by N
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Nocturne
© Virna Sheard
Infold us with thy peace, dear moon-lit night,
And let thy silver silence wrap us round
Till we forget the city's dazzling light,
The city's ceaseless sound.
Noises
© Fenny Sterenborg
I woke up this morning
with the city's noises
fusing into my dream
A pride of lions
Name of a Tree
© Catherine Anderson
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine.
This morning, we look through her kitchen window,
the one she can't get clean, cobwebs massed
between sash and pane. The sky is blue-gold, almost
November
© Virna Sheard
How like a hooded friar, bent and grey,
Whose pensive lips speak only when they pray
Doth sad November pass upon his way.
Now Is The Time Of The Year
© Bliss William Carman
NOW is the time of year
When all the flutes begin,
The redwing bold and clear,
The rainbird far and thin.
Name Sakes
© Alfred Noyes
BUT where's the brown drifter that went out alone ?
-Roll and go, and fare you well-
" Was her name Peggy Nutten? " That name is my own.
Fare you well, my sailor.
November Blue
© Alice Meynell
The colour of the electric lights has a strange effect in giving a
complementary tint to the air in the early evening.-ESSAY ON
LONDON.
North and South
© Claude McKay
O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams!
There time and life move lazily along.
There by the banks of blue-and-silver streams
Grass-sheltered crickets chirp incessant song,
Noonday Grace
© John Crowe Ransom
MY good old father tucked his head,
(His face the color of gingerbread)
Over the table my mother had spread,
And folded his leathery hands and said:
Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me
© Walt Whitman
NOT my enemies ever invade me-no harm to my pride from them I fear;
But the lovers I recklessly love-lo! how they master me!
Lo! me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
Utterly abject, grovelling on the ground before them.
Not The Pilot
© Walt Whitman
NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though
beaten back, and many times baffled;
Notes To Be Left In A Cornerstone
© Stephen Vincent Benet
So, always, there were the streets and the high, clear light
And it was a crowded island and a great city;
They built high up in the air.
Not To Keep
© Robert Frost
They sent him back to her. The letter came
Saying... And she could have him. And before
She could be sure there was no hidden ill
Under the formal writing, he was in her sight,
Never Try To Trick Me With A Kiss
© Sylvia Plath
Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
New Hampshire
© Robert Frost
Just specimens is all New Hampshire has,
One each of everything as in a showcase,
Which naturally she doesn't care to sell.
Neither Out Far Nor In Deep
© Robert Frost
The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
