Poems begining by U
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Upon Nothing
© John Wilmot
Nothing! thou Elder Brother ev’n to Shade,
That hadst a Being ere the World was made,
Under the Greenwood Tree
© William Shakespeare
Vnder the greene wood tree,
who loues to lye with mee,
Uneasy Rider
© Diane Wakoski
(I feel like an advertisement
for men’s fashions
when I think of your ankles)
Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward
© Anne Sexton
Child, the current of your breath is six days long.
You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed;
Upon A Branch Of Flowering Acacia
© Frances Anne Kemble
The blossoms hang again upon the tree,
As when with their sweet breath they greeted me
Ultima Thule: The Iron Pen
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I thought this Pen would arise
From the casket where it lies--
Of itself would arise and write
My thanks and my surprise.
Unholy Sonnet 4
© Mark Jarman
Not Dante’s rings, not the Zen zero’s mouth,
Out of which comes and into which light goes,
This God recedes from every metaphor,
Turns the hardest data into untruth,
And fills all blanks with blankness. This love shows
Itself in absence, which the stars adore.
Up Against It
© Eamon Grennan
It’s the way they cannot understand the window
they buzz and buzz against, the bees that take
Under the Dome
© Elise Paschen
At times they will fly under. The dome
contains jungles. Invent a sky under the dome.
Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children
© Edward Taylor
A Curious Knot God made in Paradise,
And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.
It was the True-Love Knot, more sweet than spice
And set with all the flowres of Graces dress.
Its Weddens Knot, that ne're can be unti'de.
No Alexanders Sword can it divide.
Unfit
© Katharine Tynan
With younger men he takes his stand,
To the recruiting-sergeant nigh,
Sees others chosen: lifts a hand
In hopes to catch the unwilling eye,
While his mood turns to black despair
Heedless of those that grin and stare.
Upon The Sun's Reflection Upon The Clouds In A Fair Morning
© John Bunyan
Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see
Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be;
Up at a Villa—Down in the City
© Robert Browning
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality)
Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,
The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the city-square;
Ah, such a life, such a life, as one leads at the window there!
Upon Apparel
© John Bunyan
XVI. Upon Apparel.
God gave us Cloaths to hide our Nakedness,
And we by them, do it expose to View.
Our Pride, and unclean Minds, to an excess,
By our Apparel we to others shew.
Ulla, Or The Adjuration
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
'Twas Ulla's voice–alone she stood
In the Iceland summer night,
Far gazing o'er a glassy flood,
From a dark rock's beetling height.
Unsuspecting
© Jean Toomer
There is a natty kind of mind
That slicks its thoughts,
Culls its oughts,
Trims its views,
Prunes its trues,
And never suspects it is a rind.
Upon Julias Breasts
© Robert Herrick
Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me
Behold that circummortal purity;
Between whose glories, there my lips Ill lay,
Ravished in that fair Via Lactea.
Unnumbered Ward
© James Schuyler
And accustomed ungentle hands of two blue-uniformed attendants
wrap the patient in suffering’s white bed gown
