Poems begining by R
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Rose-Morals
© Sidney Lanier
Would that my songs might be
What roses make by day and night --
Distillments of my clod of misery
Into delight.
Resurrection
© Sidney Lanier
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river
Where in the early fall long grasses wave,
Light winds from over the moorland sink and shiver
And sigh as if just blown across a grave.
Remembrances
© John Clare
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away
Rain
© Edward Thomas
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
Rutherford McDowell
© Edgar Lee Masters
They brought me ambrotypes
Of the old pioneers to enlarge.
And sometimes one sat for me
Some one who was in being
Rev. Abner Peet
© Edgar Lee Masters
I had no objection at all
To selling my household effects at auction
On the village square.
It gave my beloved flock the chance
Ralph Rhodes
© Edgar Lee Masters
All they said was true:
I wrecked my father's bank with my loans
To dabble in wheat; but this was true --
I was buying wheat for him as well,
Report From Paradise
© Zbigniew Herbert
In paradise the work week is fixed at thirty hours
salaries are higher prices steadily go down
manual labour is not tiring (because of reduced gravity)
chopping wood is no harder than typing
the social system is stable and the rulers are wise
really in paradise one is better off than in whatever country
Russell Kincaid
© Edgar Lee Masters
In the last spring I ever knew,
In those last days,
I sat in the forsaken orchard
Where beyond fields of greenery shimmered
Rev. Lemuel Wiley
© Edgar Lee Masters
I preached four thousand sermons,
I conducted forty revivals,
And baptized many converts.
Yet no deed of mine
Robert Southey Burke
© Edgar Lee Masters
I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor
A. D. Blood.
I lavished my admiration upon you,
You were to my mind the almost perfect man.
Romance In The Market Place
© Roderic Quinn
YOU stood beside the flowers,
Yourself a flower;
And on your face
The twilight stayed another hour,
Rebecca Wasson
© Edgar Lee Masters
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring,
After each other drifting, past my window drifting!
And I lay so many years watching them drift and counting
The years till a terror came in my heart at times,
Rosaline
© James Russell Lowell
Thou look'dst on me all yesternight,
Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was bright
Russian Sonia
© Edgar Lee Masters
I, born in Weimar
Of a mother who was French
And German father, a most learned professor,
Orphaned at fourteen years,
Robert Davidson
© Edgar Lee Masters
I grew spiritually fat living off the souls of men.
If I saw a soul that was strong
I wounded its pride and devoured its strength.
The shelters of friendship knew my cunning,
Rosie Roberts
© Edgar Lee Masters
I was sick, but more than that, I was mad
At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life.
So I wrote to the Chief of Police at Peoria:
"I am here in my girlhood home in Spoon River,
Reuben Pantier
© Edgar Lee Masters
Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted,
Your love was not all in vain.
I owe whatever I was in life
To your hope that would not give me up,
Roscoe Purkapile
© Edgar Lee Masters
She loved me. Oh! how she loved me!
I never had a chance to escape
From the day she first saw me.
But then after we were married I thought
