Poems begining by R

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rebecca begins to worry about time

© Bramer Shannon

she uses liquid paper to white out all the lineson the calendar, wants one big day for herself

Recueillement

© Charles Baudelaire

Sois sage, ô ma Douleur, et tiens-toi plus tranquille.Tu réclamais le Soir; il descend; le voici:Une atmosphère obscure enveloppe la ville,Aux uns portant la paix, aux autres le souci.

Roominghouse, Winter

© Margaret Atwood

Catprints, dogprints, marksof ancient childrenhave made the paths we follow

Roll Me Over

© Anonymous

Now, this is number one,And the fun has just begun.Roll me over, lay me down,And do it again.

Hast thou had hours when life seemed empty all,And waste the garden thou wert set to till,Like tide-swept sands that only white and stillUnanswering lay beneath the heaven's gray pall?No ripening fruit to offer at His call,Discouragement hath waited on the will;And did some human voice, that bro't a thrillOut of the silence, on thy hearing fall:"I could not rest till I had come to seeAnd tell you how your life hath blessed mine own"?Burst a cool spring; the heart, refreshed and free,Went on its way under a smiling sun

Roses et muguets

© Charles Cros

Dans le vallon quarrose
Leau courante, jallais
Un jour cueillir la rose,
La rose et les muguets.

Rapunzel

© Adelaide Crapsey

All day, all day I brush

My golden strands of hair;

Ritt Im Mondschein

© Karl Joachim Friedrich Ludwig von Arnim

Herz zum Herzen ist nicht weit

Unter lichten Sternen,

Rimas XXIX

© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

Sobre la falda tenia

El libro abierto;

Refining Fuller, Make Me Clean

© Augustus Montague Toplady

Refining Fuller, make me clean,
On me thy costly pearl bestow:
Thou art thyself the pearl I prize,
The only joy I seek below.

Recollections Of A Faded Beauty

© Caroline Norton

There was a certain Irishman, indeed,
Who borrowed Cupid's darts to make me bleed.
My aunt said he was vulgar; he was poor,
And his boots creaked, and dirtied her smooth floor.
She hated him; and when he went away,
He wrote--I have the verses to this day:--

Reasons

© Madison Julius Cawein

Rearmament

These grand and fatal movements toward death: the grandeur

of the mass

Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.

© John Kenyon

A.
By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.

Ring Of Grass

Rings of grass crowns of flowers they're gone gone gone gone
Furs that I woven of whispering hours gone gone gone gone
She's gone away where the rings are real
And the furs have warmth that a woman can feel
Round and round round goes the wheel
And she's gone gone gone gone gone