Poems begining by P
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"Phoebus was gone, all gone, his journey over"
© Pierre Reverdy
Phoebus was gone, all gone, his journey over.
His sister was riding high: nothing bridled her.
Her light was falling, shining into woods and rivers.
Wild animals opened their jaws wide, stirred to prey.
But in the human world all was sleep, pause, relaxation, torpor.
Prayer (I)
© George Herbert
Prayer the church's banquet, angel's age,
God's breath in man returning to his birth,
Poets Have Chanted Mortality
© Pindar
It had better been hidden
But the Poets inform:
We are chattel and liege
Of an undying Worm.
Poems, Chiefly Scientific
© Eli Siegel
1. To Settle As Chalk
Blankness and thickness
Took a walk;
And while walking decided
Picture of a Nativity
© Geoffrey Hill
Sea-preserved, heaped with sea-spoils,
Ribs, keels, coral sores,
Detached faces, ephemeral oils,
Discharged on the world’s outer shores,
Precision German Craftsmanship
© Matthew Rohrer
It was a good day and I was about to do something important
and good, but then I unscrewed the pen I was using
Paradise Regain'd: Book III (1671)
© Patrick Kavanagh
SO spake the Son of God, and Satan stood
A while as mute confounded what to say,
Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)
© Patrick Kavanagh
To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd,
Proem.
© Robert Crawford
I only knew one poet in my life.
BROWNING.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,
Psalm 51
© Mary Sidney Herbert
O Lord, whose grace no limits comprehend;
Sweet Lord, whose mercies stand from measure free;
Postpartum Blues
© Joseph Brodsky
But what's in the way
To the way in? God,
That desperate explanation,
Mentor and tormentor, giving us
The duties of paradise,
Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 39
© Edward Taylor
My sin! My sin, my God, these cursed dregs,
Green, yellow, blue-streaked poison hellish, rank,
Bubs hatched in nature's nest on serpents' eggs,
Yelp, chirp, and cry; they set my soul a-cramp.
I frown, chide, strike, and fight them, mourn and cry
To conquer them, but cannot them destroy.
© Billy Collins
In the dining room there is a brown fish
hanging on the wall who swims along
in his frame while we are eating dinner.
Poems On Beauty
© Rabindranath Tagore
Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony
which is in the universal being;
truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind.
Past
© John Galsworthy
The clocks are chiming in my heart
Their cobweb chime;
Old murmurings of days that die,
The sob of things a-drifting by.
The clocks are chiming in my heart!
Poet's Obligation
© Pablo Neruda
So, through me, freedom and the sea
will make their answer to the shuttered heart.
Palestine: 1917
© Katharine Tynan
How strange if it should fall to you,
To me, our boys should do the deed
The great Crusaders failed to do!
To win Christ's Sepulchre: to bleed,
So the immortal dream come true.
