Poems begining by N
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Not Understood
© Thomas Bracken
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Night Burial In The Forest
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Lay him down where the fern is thick and fair.
Fain was he for life, here lies he low:
With the blood washed clean from his brow and his beautiful hair,
Lay him here in the dell where the orchids grow.
Nannie Braw
© George MacDonald
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,
I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';
But I like ye better on Mondays, Nannie,
Whan ye're no sae buskit and braw.
New Zealand
© William Pember Reeves
GOD girt her about with the surges
And winds of the masterless deep,
Never Give All The Heart
© William Butler Yeats
NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
Noon Walk On The Asylum Lawn
© Anne Sexton
The summer sun ray
shifts through a suspicious tree.
though I walk through the valley of the shadow
It sucks the air
and looks around for me.
Natural History
© Sylvia Plath
That lofty monarch, Monarch Mind,
Blue-blooded in coarse contry reigned;
Though he bedded in ermine, gorged on roast,
Pure Philosophy his love engrossed:
While subjects hungered, empty-pursed,
With stars, with angels, he conversed
Now to be Still and Rest
© Peder Kofod Trojel
Now to be still and rest, while the heart remembers
All that is learned and loved in the days of long past,
To stoop and warm our hands at the fallen embers,
Glad to have come to the long ways end at last.
Nantucket
© William Carlos Williams
Flowers through the window
lavender and yellowchanged by white curtains
Smell of cleanlinessSunshine of late afternoon
On the glass traya glass pitcher, the tumbler
Not Intrigued With Evening
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Night birds may think
daybreak a kind of darkness, because
that's all they know.
Nightmare
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The silver and violet leopard of the night
Spotted with stars and smooth with silence sprang;
And though three doors stood open, the end of light
Closed like a trap; and stillness was a clang.
New Love, New Life
© Amy Levy
She, who so long has lain
Stone-stiff with folded wings,
Within my heart again
The brown bird wakes and sings.
No Master
© William Henry Davies
Indeed this is the sweet life! my hand
Is under no proud man's command;
There is no voice to break my rest
Before a bird has left its nest;
Nell Barnes
© William Henry Davies
They lived apart for three long years,
Bill Barnes and Nell his wife;
He took his joy from other girls,
She led a wicked life.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Nor yet in vain. For to him through the rout
Behold, 'mid herald whispers of her name
And laughing eyes and welcome hands held out,
Natalia's self behind her husband came,
Norse lullaby
© Eugene Field
The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
Night
© Ruth Padel
Does a zebra foal dream? Head lower, lower
under lenticular dark cloud,
he drags harlequin fetlocks, porcelain
quails' egg hooflets through pimpling dust,
Nothing But Death
© Pablo Neruda
And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
News to the king, good news for all
© Augusta Davies Webster
"NEWS to the king, good news for all,"
The corn is trodden, the river runs red.
"News of the battle," the heralds call,
"We have won the field; we have taken the town;
We have beaten the rebels and crushed them down."
And the dying lie with the dead.
