Poems begining by P
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Pain
© Harriet Monroe
She heard the children playing in the sun,
And through her window saw the white-stemmed trees
Pour Y.B.
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Bien qu'il me vienne en août votre quatrain d'avril
M'a gardé de tout mal et de toute blessure
Votre douceur me suit durant mon aventure
Au long de cet an sombre ainsi que fut l'an mil
Perpetual Winter Never Known
© David Gascoyne
When the light falls on winter evenings
And the river makes no sound in its passing
Prometheus Amid Hurricane And Earthquake
© Aeschylus
Earth is rocking in space!
And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar,
Power Of Music
© William Wordsworth
AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,
And take to herself all the wonders of old;--
Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same
In the street that from Oxford hath borrowed its name.
Poem By The Bridge At Ten-Shin
© Ezra Pound
March has come to the bridge head,
Peach boughs and apricot boughs hang over a thousand
portland views
© Rg Gregory
wherever there's a tear in the fabric
around weymouth - portland appearsfrom abbotsbury hill it's just a long
thin line humped at one endcloser (from chesil beach) a head-on
massive lump of rock gnashed by the seaif you stand at sandsfoot castle
Paradise Lost : Book II.
© John Milton
High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,
personal request
© Rg Gregory
for what my heart held clear
and didnt have the wit to showfor what my path proposed
and got lost in its diversionsfor what my beginnings dreamed
and my ends cannot lay hold offor what promises i made
penelope
© Rg Gregory
name meaning thread weaver or duck
(these may be guesses from obscurity)
ten-year faithful wife whilst her husband
was gallivanting round the islands
prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity (blake proverb)
© Rg Gregory
prudence my love
each time you invite me to tea
i wonder do i have the appetite
for what i
hope you are requiring of me
Petits bourgeois
© François Coppée
Je n'ai jamais compris l'ambition. Je pense
Que l'homme simple trouve en lui sa récompense,
Et le modeste sort dont je suis envieux,
Si je travaille bien et si je deviens vieux,
peach-power
© Rg Gregory
peaches exude this thrall -
reminders of those luscious
whereabouts that lips
best find their precious sips
to cry let this be all
Passion
© Archibald Lampman
As a weed beneath the ocean,
As a pool beneath a tree
Answers with each breath or motion
An imperious mastery;
Portrait of a Boy
© Stephen Vincent Benet
After the whipping he crawled into bed,
Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping.
How funny uncle's hat had looked striped red!
He chuckled silently. The moon came, sweeping
Poor Devil!
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk,
The tiresome noises, all the common things
I loved once, crushed me with an iron yoke.
I longed for the cool quiet and the dark,
Preparatory Meditations - Second Series: 143
© Edward Taylor
Wonders amazed! Am I espoused to Thee?
My glorious Lord? What! Shall my bit of clay
Be made more bright than brightest angels be,
Look forth like as the morning every way?
And shall my lump of dirts wear such attire?
Rise up in heavenly ornaments thus, higher?
Partners
© Ellis Parker Butler
Love took chambers on our street
Opposite to mine;
On his door he tacked a neat,
Clearly lettered sign.
