Poems begining by O
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Of The Slums
© Madison Julius Cawein
Red-faced as old carousal, and with eyes
A hard, hot blue; her hair a frowsy flame,
O, Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair
© Robert Burns
O, were my love yon lilac fair
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book VI - Part 01 - Proem
© Lucretius
And since I've taught thee that the world's great vaults
Are mortal and that sky is fashioned
Of frame e'en born in time, and whatsoe'er
Therein go on and must perforce go on
Odysseus' Decision
© Louise Gluck
The great man turns his back on the island.
Now he will not die in paradise
nor hear again
the lutes of paradise among the olive trees,
by the clear pools under the cypresses. Time
Ode to Gumbo
© Chris Tusa
Born from flour anointed with oil,
from a roux dark and mean as a horses breath,
you remind me of some strange, mystical stew
spawned from a muddy version of Macbeth.
Only someones replaced the spells with spices,
the witches with a Cajun chef.
On Being Human
© Clive Staples Lewis
The Tree-ness of the tree they know-the meaning of
Arboreal life, how from earth's salty lap
The solar beam uplifts it; all the holiness
Enacted by leaves' fall and rising sap;
On a Vulgar Error
© Clive Staples Lewis
No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not
Invariably think the newer way Prosaic
mad, inelegant, or what not.
On The Farm
© Ronald Stuart Thomas
There was Dai Puw. He was no good.
They put him in the fields to dock swedes,
And took the knife from him, when he came home
At late evening with a grin
Like the slash of a knife on his face.
Ode To A Dressmaker's Dummy
© Donald Justice
Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. Metal stand.
Instructions included.
-- Sears, Roebuck Catalogue
On The Death Of Friends In Childhood
© Donald Justice
We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands
In games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.
October
© James Schuyler
Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn. It
lightly rains. Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
the shedding leaves.
Os Dois Horizontes
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Dous horizonte fecham nossa vida:
Um horizonte, a saudade
Do que não há de voltar;
Outro horizonte, a esperança
Old Susan
© Walter de la Mare
When Susan's work was done, she'd sit
With one fat guttering candle lit,
And window opened wide to win
The sweet night air to enter in;
Off the Ground
© Walter de la Mare
Three jolly Farmers
Once bet a pound
Each dance the others would
Off the ground.
October's Bright Blue Weather
© Helen Hunt Jackson
O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
On The Meeting Of García Lorca And Hart Crane
© Philip Levine
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's
been drinking and has no idea who
this curious Andalusian is, unable
even to speak the language of poetry.
Ode For Mrs. William Settle
© Philip Levine
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago,
a woman sits at her desk to write
me a letter. She holds a photograph
of me up to the light, one taken
Once
© Philip Levine
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway
on Delancey Street in 1946
as the rain came down. The worst part is this
is not from a bad movie. I'd read Dos Passos'
On The Murder Of Lieutenant Jose Del Castillo By The Falangist Bravo Martinez, July 12, 1936
© Philip Levine
When the Lieutenant of the Guardia de Asalto
heard the automatic go off, he turned
and took the second shot just above
the sternum, the third tore away
On Leaving Mrs. Brown's Lodgings
© Sir Walter Scott
So goodbye, Mrs. Brown,
I am going out of town,
Over dale, over down,
Where bugs bite not,
