Poems begining by R
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Reading Saint John of the Cross
© Susan Kelly-DeWitt
How many miles to the border
where all the sky there is
exists for the soul alone?
Rain After A Vaudeville Show
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white
Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light
Runner McGee: (Who Had "Return if Possible" Orders)
© Edgar Albert Guest
YOU'VE heard a good deal of the telephone wires,"
He said as we sat at our ease,
Roses And Sunshine
© Edgar Albert Guest
Rough is the road I am journeying now,
Heavy the burden I'm bearing to-day;
Retroduction to American History
© Allen Tate
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,
The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleep
Collects all weary nothings and lugs away the towers,
The pinnacles of dust that feed the subway.
Report from the Subtropics
© Billy Collins
For one thing, there’s no more snow
to watch from an evening window,
and no armfuls of logs to carry into the house
so cumbersome you have to touch the latch with an elbow,
Retirement
© Henry Timrod
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false
As that which dares to teach that we are born
R. I. in commendation of this worke
© Roger Cotton
You idle Drones, that fleece and cannot feede,
You speechles ones, that can not barke nor bay:
Requiescat
© Oscar Wilde
TREAD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
Relieving Guard - Thomas Starr King Obit March 4, 1864
© Francis Bret Harte
Came the relief. "What, sentry, ho!
How passed the night through thy long waking?"
"Cold, cheerless, dark,--as may befit
The hour before the dawn is breaking."
Realities
© Kenneth Slessor
(To the etchings of Norman Lindsay)
Now the statues lean over each to each, and sing,
Gravely in warm plaster turning; the hedges are dark.
The trees come suddenly to flower with moonlight,
Reapers
© Mathilde Blind
Sun-Tanned men and women, toiling there together;
Seven I count in all, in yon field of wheat,
Where the rich ripe ears in the harvest weather
Glow an orange gold through the sweltering heat.
Recitative
© Hart Crane
Regard the capture here, 0 Janus-faced,
As double as the hands that twist this glass.
Such eves at search or rest you cannot see;
Reciting pain or glee, how can you bear!
Requiem
© George Meredith
Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless,
Where passion is silent and hearts never crave;
Where thought hath no theme, and where sleep hath no dream,
In patience and peace thou art gone-to thy grave!
Gone where no warning can wake thee to morning,
Dead tho' a thousand hands stretch'd out to save.
Real Help
© Edgar Albert Guest
If you can smooth his path a bit,
Bring laughter to his worried face,
Reflections - II.
© Samuel Rogers
Alas, to our discomfort and his own,
Oft are the greatest talents to be found
In a fool's keeping. For what else is he,
What else is he, however worldly wise,
Ricordi
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Of a tower, of a tower, white
In the warm Italian night,
Of a tower that shines and springs
I dream, and of our delight.
