Poems begining by R
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Response
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is a music of immaculate love,
That breathes within the virginal veins of Spring:--
Rain at Night
© Bai Juyi
An early cricket chirps,
then pauses;
the dying lamp gutters
then flares again.
Remorse
© Emily Dickinson
Remorse - is Memory - awake -
Her Parties all astir -
A Presence of Departed Acts -
At window - and at Door -
Rubaiyat 14
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Since the flower withers in the dark,
The bud blooms to leave its mark,
Happy is the heart, light as a bubble,
At the tavern is naked, stark.
Red Rock Camp
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A TALE OF EARLY COLORADO.
My simple story is of those times ere the magic power of steam
First whirled the traveller oer the plains with the swiftness of a dream,
Reducing to a few days time the journey of many a week,
That fell of old to the miners lot ere he sighted tall Pikes Peak.
Rites of Passage II
© Robert Duncan
Peace, peace. Ive had enough. What can I say
when songs demanded? Ive had my fill of song?
My longing to sing grows full. Times emptied me.
Requital
© John Greenleaf Whittier
As Islam's Prophet, when his last day drew
Nigh to its close, besought all men to say
Roses And Gasoline
© Edgar Albert Guest
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,"
Cried Romeo once, and truth he spoke I own;
And we should smell the autos down the street
Though gasoline were labeled French cologne.
Rubaiyat 51
© Omar Khayyám
The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it
Rebecca Who Slammed Doors for Fun and Perished Miserably
© Hilaire Belloc
A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.
Regrets
© Alice Meynell
As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour
Out by the low sand spaces,
The parting waves slip back to clasp the shore
With lingering embraces,--
Red Night
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There, there is all unsealed:
Terror and hope, ecstasy and despair
Their apparition yield,
While still through kindled street and shadowy square
The faces pass, the uncounted faces crowd,--
Rages, lamentings, joys, in masks of flesh concealed.
Rus. Vs. Urbs
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Whenever the penner of this pome
Regards a lovely country home,
He sighs, in words not insincere,
"I think I'd like to live out here."
Rimas XXXVIII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Los suspires son aire, y van al aire.
Las lagrimas son agua, y van al mar.
Dime, mujer: cuando el amor se olvida,
?Sabes tu a donde va?
Riley
© Madison Julius Cawein
His Birthday, October the 7th, 1912
RILEY, whose pen has made the world your debtor,
Rousseau
© Gamaliel Bradford
That odd, fantastic ass, Rousseau,
Declared himself unique.
How men persist in doing so,
Puzzles me more than Greek.
Ring Out , Wild Bells
© Alfred Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Rippling Water
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
The maiden sat by the river side
(The rippling water murmurs by),
River Road
© Stanley Kunitz
That year of the cloud, when my marriage failed,
I slept in a chair, by the flagstone hearth,
Rogation Days
© Kenneth Rexroth
Under the orchards, under
The tree strung vines, little blue
Figures are making hay, high
On the steep hillsides above
