Poems begining by U
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Uncle Joe
© Harry Graham
An angle bore dear Uncle Joe
To rest beyond the stars.
I miss him, oh! I miss him so, --
He had such good cigars.
Untitled 03
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Thee would I choose as my teacher and friend. Thy living example
Teaches me,-thy teaching word wakens my heart unto life.
Urvashi -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
From the time without a beginning
To the whole world
You have been an object of desire
O fair Urvashi without compare!
Urara
© Henry Kendall
Euroka, go over the tops of the hill,
For the ~Death-clouds~ have passed us to-day,
Uncle Jim's Baptist Revival Hymn
© Sidney Lanier
Solo. - Sin's rooster's crowed, Ole Mahster's riz,
De sleepin'-time is pas';
Wake up dem lazy Baptissis,
Chorus. - Dey's mightily in de grass, grass,
Dey's mightily in de grass.
Upon The Hill
© John Gould Fletcher
A hundred miles of landscape spread before me like a fan;
Hills behind naked hills, bronze light of evening on them shed;
How many thousand ages have these summits spied on man?
How many thousand times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
Up In The Tree
© George MacDonald
What would you see, if I took you up
My little aerie-stair?
You would see the sky like a clear blue cup
Turned upside down in the air.
Urania's Lover.
© Robert Crawford
O poet, thou art called to tread her ways,
Hers, mistress of the soul, Urania fair.
(Ah God! how fair, how all adorable,
But those who have wooed her can tell!)
Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei
© Du Fu
News comes to Jianwai1 that Jibei has been recovered
and tears wet my garments when I hear the news.
Under The Poplars
© Cesar Vallejo
Like priestly imprisoned poets,
the poplars of blood have fallen asleep.
On the hills, the flocks of Bethlehem
chew arias of grass at sunset.
Unpublished Poem I
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
JONES plays the deuce with his grammar,
Knocks time and tense into tin-tacks ;
Brown, the big Visigoth, wielding blunt hammer,
Mauls right and left the Queen's syntax.
Upon Graciosa, Walking And Talking
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
When as abroad, to greet the morn,
I mark my Graciosa walk,
Upper Austria
© John Kenyon
And he had comment, full and clear,
The fruit of many a travelled year;
But more, by meditation brought
From inner depths of silent thought;
Or fresh from fountain, never dry,
Of undisturbed humanity.
Under The Locusts
© John Crowe Ransom
WHAT do the old men say,
Sitting out of the sun?
Many strange and common things,
And so would any one.
Unfortunate
© Julia A Moore
Fold her hands upon her breast,
And let her sweetly sleep.
She has found a perfect rest,
Beneath her winding sheet.
Understand That This Is A Dream
© Allen Ginsberg
first dream that made me take down my pants
urgently to show the cars / auto tracks / rolling down avenue hill.
That far back what do I remember / but the face of the leader of the gang
was blond / that loved me / one day on the steps of his house blocks away
all afternoon I told him about my magic Spell
I can do anything I want / palaces millions / chemistry sets / chicken
Ultima Thule: Old St. David's At Radnor
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What an image of peace and rest
Is this little church among its graves!
All is so quiet; the troubled breast,
The wounded spirit, the heart oppressed,
Here may find the repose it craves.
Upon Honour. A Fragment.
© Matthew Prior
Honour, I say, or honest Fame,
I mean the substance, not the name;
Under The Washington Elm, Cambridge
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
EIGHTY years have passed, and more,
Since under the brave old tree
Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore
They would follow the sign their banners bore,
And fight till the land was free.
