Poems begining by N
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Now Close The Windows
© Robert Frost
Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But, when the church was hushed in the night wind,
And all were gone who might his zeal disclaim,
Or hinder the firm purpose of his mind,
A silent man among the tombs he came,
Not So Much As What We Feel
© Sukasah Syahdan
not so much as what we feel
about this budding rose
is our love
No matternowSweet
© Emily Dickinson
No matternowSweet
But when I'm Earl
Won't you wish you'd spoken
To that dull Girl?
Nemesis
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHEN through the nations stalks contagion wild,
We from them cautiously should steal away.
Nothing ever is the same
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Gnashing teeth,
a grinding meet
of molars crashing
cuspid on cuspid
None is spared your handsome smile
© Ivan Donn Carswell
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes
and is framed in an innocent countenance
passes not unheeded.
Those transient's hallway smiles and greetings offered through your door
No way of going back
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed
until I learned which functions scrolled the images
on screen. I could pause, freeze frame advance,
endlessly replay and alter sound although the thing
No further slice of me
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can
drive you to despair, it is a monumental
nonsense; in my defence I hadnt lived
through one before, couldnt be sure
No conscience in escape
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Should you be allowed sole privilege
of unconscionable martyrdom?
This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering
as penitent to unrequited lust.
Nights sentinel
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Even tonight will pass into memorys oblivion,
doomed, despite an ardent reunion
of once estranged yet precisely matched parts,
to a guiltless verdict a foregone conclusion.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
His servants opened. None appeared to doubt
How it might happen their young lord stood there,
But led him in. The house as for a rout
Stood swept and garnished and exceeding fair.
Novembre
© François Coppée
Captif de l'hiver dans ma chambre
Et las de tant d'espoirs menteurs,
Je vois dans un ciel de novembre,
Partir les derniers migrateurs.
November
© Thomas Hood
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No!
© Thomas Hood
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
Neither Bloody Nor Bowed
© Dorothy Parker
They say of me, and so they should,
It's doubtful if I come to good.
Nocturne
© Cesare Pavese
The hill is like night against the clear sky.
Your head framed against it, barely moving,
and moving with the sky. You are like a cloud
seen between branches. In your eyes the laughter
and strangeness of a sky that is not yours.
Nocturne Of Remembered Spring
© Conrad Aiken
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees,
Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall
And through the evening fall,
Clearly, as if through enchanted seas,
No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest
© Dame Mary Gilmore
Sons of the mountains of Scotland,
Welshmen of coomb and defile,
Breed of the moors of England,
Children of Erin's green isle,
