Poems begining by R
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Remarks Of Increase D. O'phace, Esquire
© James Russell Lowell
At An Extrumpery Caucus In State Street, Reported By Mr. H. Biglow
No? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin him?
Rubaiyat 03
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I said, your lips said, your lips we revive;
I said, your mouth said, sweetness we derive;
I said your words, he said, Hafiz said;
May all sweet lips be joyous and alive.
Retreat
© John Fuller
I should like to live in a sunny town like this
Where every afternoon is half-day closing
And I would wait at the terminal for the one train
Of the day, pacing the platform, and no one arriving.
Rule Britannia
© James Thomson
When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain—
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
Revolution
© Anne Waldman
Spooky summer on the horizon I’m gazing at
from my window into the streets
Rubaiyat 24
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
At dawn your eyes from Jupiter learn
O God, may fantasies of my mind burn.
The ear adorned with that elegant ring
Gems of Hafizs poems may earn.
Ritual One
© David Ignatow
All through the play I scream
and am invited on stage to take a bow.
I lose my senses and kick the actors in the teeth.
Returning of Issue
© Henry Reed
Tomorrow will be your last day here. Someone is speaking:
A familiar voice, speaking again at all of us.
And beyond the windows it is inside now, and autumn
On a wind growing daily harsher, small things to the earth
Are turning and whirling, small. Tomorrow will be
Your last day here,
Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café.
Regret
© Charles Harpur
There's a regret that from my bosom aye
Wrings forth a dirgy sweetness, like a rain
Resurrection
© Alice Guerin Crist
All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood,
The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky
Showed gemmed with dew-drops, and red poppies glowed
Through the rank grass near by.
Refutatio Papatus
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Nein, nein! durchaus ich glaube nicht,
Was Petri falscher Folger spricht;
Dass jene Buecher goettlich waeren,
Die, zu der Juden steten Ehren,
Uns von des Maccabaeus Helden
Und ihren heilgen Schlachten melden.
Road
© Yeghishe Charents
I love the sun-baked taste of Armenian words,
the lilt of ancient lutes in sweet laments
our blood-red fragrant roses bending
as in Nayiran dances, danced still by our girls.
