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Right's Security

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

WHAT if the wind do howl without,

And turn the creaking weather-vane;

Remembering

© P. K. Page

Remembering you and reviewing
our structural love
the past re-arises alive
from its smothering dust.

Robert Frost at Eighty

© John Howard Payne

I think there are poems greater and stranger than any I have known.

I would like to find them.

It was April we left Lemnos, shining sea and snow-white camp,
Passing onward into darkness. Lemnos shone a golden lamp,
As a low harp tells of thunder, so the lovely Lemnos air
Whispered of the dawn and battle; and we left a comrade there.

Reverie in Open Air

© Rita Dove

I acknowledge my status as a stranger:
Inappropriate clothes, odd habits
Out of sync with wasp and wren.
I admit I don’?t know how
To sit still or move without purpose.
I prefer books to moonlight, statuary to trees.

Rubaiyat 36

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

Every flower its beauty bestows,
Your lips the dearest gems dispose.
May your lips nurture our souls
With the wine that every spirit knows.

Rest

© Arthur Symons

The peace of a wandering sky,

Silence, only the cry

Remember

© Langston Hughes

Remember

The days of bondage—

Rimas XXXIX

© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

?A que me lo decis? lo se: es mudable,
Es altanera y vana y caprichosa;
Antes que el sentimiento de su alma,
Brotara el agua de la esteril roca.

Roses

© John Crowe Ransom

I ENTERED dutiful, God knows,

The room in which I was to sit

Rural Rambles - The Village

© Ebenezer Elliott

Sweet village! where my early days were pass'd,

Though parted long, we meet, we meet at last!

Rubber-Stamp Humour

© Franklin Pierce Adams

If couples mated but for love;

If women all were perfect cooks;

Remembered

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

She sang, and I listened the whole song thro'.
(It was sweet, so sweet, the singing.)
The stars were out and the moon it grew
From a wee soft glimmer way out in the blue
To a bird thro' the heavens winging.

Remembering Frost at Kennedy’s Inauguration

© Linda Pastan

Even the flags seemed frozen
to their poles, and the men
stamping their well-shod feet
resembled an army of overcoats.

Resumé

Razors pain you;

Rivers are damp;

Reminiscences A Darwin

Je sens un monde en moi de confuses pensees,
Je sens obscurement que j'ai vecu toujours,
Que j'ai longtemps erre dans les forets passees,
Et que la bete encor garde en moi ses amours.