Poems begining by R
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Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power
© George Gordon Byron
Remember him, whom Passion's power
Severely--deeply--vainly proved:
Remember thou that dangerous hour,
When neither fell, though both were loved.
Roy Butler
© Edgar Lee Masters
If the learned Supreme Court of Illinois
Got at the secret of every case
As well as it does a case of rape
It would be the greatest court in the world.
Recorders Ages Hence
© Walt Whitman
RECORDERS ages hence!
Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior-I will
Rita Matlock Gruenberg
© Edgar Lee Masters
Grandmother! You who sang to green valleys,
And passed to a sweet repose at ninety-six,
Here is your little Rita at last
Grown old, grown forty-nine;
Richard Bone
© Edgar Lee Masters
When I first came to Spoon River
I did not know whether what they told me
Was true or false.
They would bring me an epitaph
Roger Heston
© Edgar Lee Masters
Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and I
Argue about the freedom of the will.
My favorite metaphor was Prickett's cow
Roped out to grass, and free you know as far
Robert Fulton Tanner
© Edgar Lee Masters
If a man could bite the giant hand
That catchs and destroys him,
As I was bitten by a rat
While demonstrating my patent trap,
Rain In My Heart
© Edgar Lee Masters
There is a quiet in my heart
Like on who rests from days of pain.
Outside, the sparrows on the roof
Are chirping in the dripping rain.
Reason and Passion XV
© Khalil Gibran
And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion."
Roman Fountain
© Louise Bogan
Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
Reunion
© Sukasah Syahdan
a)
this spirited assemblage
is a placid pilgrimage:
the girls and boys we were
Reminiscence
© Sukasah Syahdan
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants that would hang behind the door in the front room; his pride in bringing home for Mom, his three brothers and as many sisters, a plastic bagful of bananas or oranges from the money hed stolen; the one afternoon you once asked him about the vanishing money; how he could bring home oleh-oleh for the family; the childish lies and made-up stories; and the relief he felt when you did not pursue the truth hidden in his pinkish heart
Resolution
© Sukasah Syahdan
People are still expecting this annus horribilis
to close its black box of monstrosities;
if I asked you about resolutions
you'd probably give me that look
and say "May this year fare us well."
Reticence
© Peter McArthur
WE may not babble unto alien ears
The truth revealed, nor show to heedless eyes
Rite of Spring
© Seamus Justin Heaney
So winter closed its fist
And got it stuck in the pump.
The plunger froze up a lump
Request To The Grace
© Robert Herrick
Ponder my words, if so that any be
Known guilty here of incivility;
Requiem for the Croppies
© Seamus Justin Heaney
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...
No kitchens on the run, no striking camp...
We moved quick and sudden in our own country.
The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp.
