Poems begining by P
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Personality
© James Lionel Michael
A change! no, surely, not a change,
The change must be before we die;
Death may confer a wider range,
From pole to pole, from sea to sky,
It cannot make me new or strange
To mine own Personality!
Paradise Lost : Book VI.
© John Milton
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued,
Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn,
Patience
© Edith Wharton
PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.
Poet's Song
© Karle Wilson Baker
Droppd feather from the wings of God
My little songs and snatches are,
Poetic Eggs
© Ezra Pound
I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.
Parisian War Song
© Arthur Rimbaud
Spring is evidently here;
for the ascent of Thiers
and Picard from the green Estates lays
its splendours wide open! O May!
Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 29
© Edward Taylor
My shattered fancy stole away from me
(Wits run a-wooling over Eden's park)
And in God's garden saw a golden tree,
Whose heart was all divine, and gold its bark.
Whose glorious limbs and fruitful branches strong
With saints and angels bright are richly hung.
Psalm CXIV. (114) : A Paraphrase
© John Milton
When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son,
After long toil their liberty had won,
And past from Pharian2 fields to Canaan Land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand,
Pilate's Wife
© George MacDonald
Why came in dreams the low-born man
Between thee and thy rest?
In vain thy whispered message ran,
Though justice was its quest!
Prologue For A Modern Painter
© Arthur Symons
Hear the hymn of the body of man:
This is how the world began;
In these tangles of mighty flesh
The stuff of the earth is moulded afresh.
Progress
© George Meredith
In Progress you have little faith, say you:
Men will maintain dear interests, wreak base hates,
Pomegrante
© Andre Paul Guillaume Gide
Let me tell you of the pomegrante; of its juice,
sourish like the juice of green raspberries;
Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 1
© Edward Taylor
What love is this of Thine that cannot be
In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined,
Unless it in Thy very person see
Infinity and finity conjoined?
What hath Thy godhead, as not satisfied,
Married our manhood, making it its bride?
Peach Blossom at Dalin Temple
© Bai Juyi
Across the world this June, the petals all have fallen,
But the mountain temple's peach blossom has just begun to bloom.
I regretted so much that spring had gone without a trace,
I didn't know that it had only moved up here.
Poet
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
I heard from the garden a woman singing,
But I
I gazed at the moon.
