Poems begining by P
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Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
© Emily Dickinson
Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
It cannot recollect
When it begun -- or if there were
A time when it was not --
Passer-By, These Are Words
© Yves Bonnefoy
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading
I want you to listen: to this frail
Voice like that of letters eaten by grass.
Philip Le Barr
© Spike Milligan
Philip Le Barr,
Was knock down by a car,
On the road to Mandalay.
He was knocked down again
Porridge
© Spike Milligan
Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand!
Picture Of A 23-Year-Old Youth Painted By His Friend Of The Same Age, An Amature
© Constantine Cavafy
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now
he studies it in detail. He has painted him in a
gray unbuttoned coat, a deep gray; without
any vest or any tie. With a rose-colored shirt;
Priest At The Serapeum
© Constantine Cavafy
My dear old father,
who always loved me the same;
my dear old father I lament
who died the day before yesterday, just before dawn.
Pictured
© Constantine Cavafy
My work, I'm very careful about it, and I love it.
But today I'm discouraged by how slowly it's going.
The day has affected my mood.
It gets darker and darker. Endless wind and rain.
Poseidonians
© Constantine Cavafy
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language
after so many centuries of mingling
with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners.
The only thing surviving from their ancestors
Portrait d'Une Femme
© Ezra Pound
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
London has swept about you this score years
And bright ships left you this or that in fee:
Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,
Pasa Thalassa Thalassa
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Gonefaded out of the story, the sea-faring friend I remember?
Gone for a decade, they say: never a word or a sign.
Gone with his hard red face that only his laughter could wrinkle,
Down where men go to be still, by the old way of the sea.
Partnership
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Yes, you have it; I can see.
Beautiful?
Dear, look at me!
Look and let my shame confess
Triumph after weariness.
Beautiful? Ah, yes.
Peace on Earth
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
I could not pass the fellow by.
Do you believe in God? said I;
And is there to be Peace on Earth?
Post-Vacation Tristesse
© Charles Webb
The Jumbo Jet has barely shuddered off
The ground, and I'm depressed. My scuba mask
And fins, my fly rod and beach hat
Para Ser Grande
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada
Teu exagera ou exclui.
Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és
No mínimo que fazes.
Assim em cada lago a lua toda
Brilha, porque alta vive.
Psalm CXXXVII The Babylonian Captivity
© Joel Barlow
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows
Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd,
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children mingled with the dead.
Ploughing the land
© Yosa Buson
Ploughing the land--
not even a bird singing
in the mountain's shadow.
Phallus
© Alec Derwent Hope
This was the gods' god,
The leashed divinity,
Divine divining rod
And Me within the me.
Parabola
© Alec Derwent Hope
Year after year the princess lies asleep
Until the hundred years foretold are done,
Easily drawing her enchanted breath.
Caught on the monstrous thorns around the keep,
Bones of the youths who sought her, one by one
Rot loose and rattle to the ground beneath.
