Poems begining by R
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Reascending Jinggang Mountain
© Mao Zedong
I have long aspired to reach for the clouds
And I again ascend Jinggang Mountain.
Recollection
© Ada Cambridge
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping
A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides;
And silvery, seething waters softly lapping
Through gulfs and channels hollow'd by the tides:
Resurrection
© Emily Dickinson
'T was a long parting, but the time
For interview had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time
Repentance And Reconciliation
© Charles Lamb
MOTHER.
Your repentance, my children, I see is unfeigned,
You are now my good Robert, and now my good Jane;
And if you will never be naughty again,
Your fond mother will never look grave.
Red Maples
© Sara Teasdale
IN the last year I have learned
How few men are worth my trust;
I have seen the friend I loved
Struck by death into the dust,
Rhymes Of A Life-Time
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FROM the first gleam of morning to the gray
Of peaceful evening, lo, a life unrolled!
Rubies
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
They brought me rubies from the mine,
And held them to the sun;
I said, they are drops of frozen wine
From Eden's vats that run.
Ringleted Youth Of My Love
© Douglas Hyde
RINGLETED youth of my love,
With thy locks bound loosely behind thee,
Rondeau
© Eustache Deschamps
Twenty eating from one bowl,
A bitter drink -it's beer, I'm told-
Bad sleep on a straw in some filthy hole,
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.
Reminiscence
© Padraic Colum
Recalling long ago. And she will hop
The inches of her crib, this narrow shop,
When you step in to be her customer:
A bird of little worth, a sparrow, say,
Whose crib's in such neglected passageway
That one's left wondering who brings crumbs to her.
Rosabella - Purity Of Heart
© George Moses Horton
Though with an angel's tongue
I set on fire the congregations all,
'Tis but a brazen bell that I have rung,
And I to nothing fall;
My theme is but an idle air
If Rosabella is not there,
Ronsard To His Mistress
© William Makepeace Thackeray
"Quand vous serez bien vielle, le soir a la chandelle
Assise aupres du feu devisant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers en vous esmerveillant,
Ronsard m'a celebre du temps que j'etois belle."
Resignation
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Long had I grieved at what I deemed abuse;
But now I am as grain within the mill.
If so be thou must crush me for thy use,
Grind on, O potent God, and do thy will!
Raiment
© Lesbia Harford
I cannot be tricked out in lovely clothes
All times, all days.
My mind has moods of hating pearl and rose
And jewel-blaze.
Robert Burns Wilson
© James Whitcomb Riley
What intuition named thee?--Through what thrill
Of the awed soul came the command divine
