Poems begining by N
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Nocturne In A Deserted Brickyard
© Carl Sandburg
Stuff of the moon
Runs on the lapping sand
Out to the longest shadows.
Under the curving willows,
Night Stuff
© Carl Sandburg
LISTEN a while, the moon is a lovely woman, a lonely woman, lost in a silver dress, lost in a circus riders silver dress.
Listen a while, the lake by night is a lonely woman, a lovely woman, circled with birches and pines mixing their green and white among stars shattered in spray clear nights.
I know the moon and the lake have twisted the roots under my heart the same as a lonely woman, a lovely woman, in a silver dress, in a circus riders silver dress.
Night MovementNew York
© Carl Sandburg
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms,
And cool the loud streets that kept their dust noon and afternoon;
In the night, when the sea-birds call to the lights of the city,
The lights that cut on the skyline their name of a city;
New Feet
© Carl Sandburg
EMPTY battlefields keep their phantoms.
Grass crawls over old gun wheels
And a nodding Canada thistle flings a purple
Into the summers southwest wind,
Wrapping a root in the rust of a bayonet,
Reaching a blossom in rust of shrapnel.
New Farm Tractor
© Carl Sandburg
The rear axles hold the kick of twenty Missouri jackasses.
It is in the records of the patent office and the ads there is twenty horse power pull here.
Never Born
© Carl Sandburg
THE TIME has gone by.
The child is dead.
The child was never even born.
Why go on? Why so much as begin?
Near Keokuk
© Carl Sandburg
THIRTY-TWO Greeks are dipping their feet in a creek.
Sloshing their bare feet in a cool flow of clear water.
All one midsummer day ten hours the Greeks
stand in leather shoes shoveling gravel.
Nights Nothings Again
© Carl Sandburg
WHO knows what I know
when I have asked the night questions
and the night has answered nothing
only the old answers?
Number 3 on the Docket
© Amy Lowell
The lawyer, are you?
Well! I ain't got nothin' to say.
Nothin'!
I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'.
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening
© Amy Lowell
After a Print by George CruikshankIt was a gusty night,
With the wind booming, and swooping,
Looping round corners,
Sliding over the cobble-stones,
New York at Night
© Amy Lowell
A near horizon whose sharp jags
Cut brutally into a sky
Of leaden heaviness, and crags
Of houses lift their masonry
Now When The Number Of My Years
© Robert Louis Stevenson
NOW when the number of my years
Is all fulfilled, and I
From sedentary life
Shall rouse me up to die,
Now Bare To The Beholder's Eye
© Robert Louis Stevenson
NOW bare to the beholder's eye
Your late denuded bindings lie,
Subsiding slowly where they fell,
A disinvested citadel;
Night and Day
© Robert Louis Stevenson
When the golden day is done,
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, Flower and sun,
Vanish all things mortal.
Nest Eggs
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Birds all the summer day
Flutter and quarrel
Here in the arbour-like
Tent of the laurel.
Ne Sit Ancillae Tibi Amor Pudor
© Robert Louis Stevenson
THERE'S just a twinkle in your eye
That seems to say I MIGHT, if I
Were only bold enough to try
An arm about your waist.
New And Old
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Upon its shroud there hung the graves green mould,
About it hung the odour of the dead;
Yet from its cavernous eyes such light was shed
That all my life seemed gilded, as with gold;
Unto the trembling new love Go, I said,
I do not need thee, for I have the old.
Noblesse Oblige
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I hold it the duty of one who is gifted
And specially dowered I all mens sight,
To know no rest till his life is lifted
Fully up to his great gifts height.
Not Quite The Same
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Not quite the same the springtime seems to me,
Since that sad season when in separate ways
Our paths diverged. There are no more such days
As dawned for us in that last time when we
