Poems begining by R
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Road and Hills
© Stephen Vincent Benet
I shall go away
To the brown hills, the quiet ones,
The vast, the mountainous, the rolling,
Sun-fired and drowsy!
Ring the Bell, Watchman!
© Henry Clay Work
High is the belfry the old sexton stands,
Grasping the rope with his thin bony hands;
Fix'd is his gaze, as by some magic spell,
Till he hears the distant murmmer,
Ring, ring the bell.
Rubaiyat 40
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
O divider of heaven and hell bring relief,
Dont let us give in to our grief.
How long upon our lives you prey?
Why dont you hunt our lives thief?
Ridden Down
© Ellis Parker Butler
When I taught Ida how to ride a
Bicycle that night,
I ran beside her, just to guide her
Erring wheel aright;
And many times there in the street
She rode upon my weary feet.
Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
Rita And The Rifle
© Mahmoud Darwish
Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and plays
Real Lessons
© Edgar Albert Guest
These are the lessons I would learn,
Not how to climb above all men,
Rememberance
© Rainer Maria Rilke
And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing
which would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, uniquely uncommon,
the awakening of dormant stones,
depths that would reveal you to yourself.
red-rag and pink-flag... (11)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
red-rag and pink-flag
blackshirt and brown
strut-mince and stink-brag
have all come to town
Rip
© James Wright
It can't be the passing of time that casts
That white shadow across the waters
Just offshore.
I shiver a little, with the evening.
Remembrance
© Maya Angelou
Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
Rise, O Days.
© Walt Whitman
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RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep!
Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devourd what the earth gave me;
Long I roamd the woods of the northlong I watchd Niagara pouring;
Respondez!
© Walt Whitman
RESPONDEZ! Respondez!
(The war is completedthe price is paidthe title is settled beyond recall;)
Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade!
Must we still go on with our affectations and sneaking?
Runner, The.
© Walt Whitman
ON a flat road runs the well-traind runner;
He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs;
He is thinly clothedhe leans forward as he runs,
With lightly closed fists, and arms partially raisd.
Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone.
© Walt Whitman
ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these;
Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side,
Breast-sorrel and pinks of lovefingers that wind around tighter than vines,
Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the sun is risen;
Roaming in Thought.
© Walt Whitman
ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening
towards
immortality,
And the vast all that is calld Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost
and
dead.
Reconciliation.
© Walt Whitman
WORD over all, beautiful as the sky!
Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, and ever
again,
Refrain
© Allen Ginsberg
The air is dark, the night is sad,
I lie sleepless and I groan.
Nobody cares when a man goes mad:
He is sorry, God is glad.
Shadow changes into bone.
