Poems begining by W
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Who Can Live In Heart So Glad
© Nicholas Breton
Who can live in heart so glad
As the merry country lad?
Wind O' The Sea
© John Daniel Logan
Thus ruthlessly sang the wild Wind o' the Sea
That learnest soul-secrets by swift errantry.
Ah, wild Wind o' the Sea!
Ah, sad Wind o' the Sea!
That revealest the innermost being of me.
Wilt Thou Take Me For Thy Slave?
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Wilt thou take me for thy slave,
With my folly and my love?
Wilt thou take me for the bondsman of thy pride?
Thou who dearer art to me than all the world beside;
For I love thee as no other man can love.
With A Flower
© Emily Dickinson
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.
War Heel!
© William Henry Ogilvie
Thrusters are steadying; hounds at a loss,
Checked at the stile leading into the lane,
When Poor In All But Hope And Love
© Caroline Norton
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
Winter Violets
© Alfred Austin
Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet,
Dews of the dark that drench the violet.
Thus over Her, whom death yet more endears,
Nature and Man together blend their tears.
Written at the Request of a Gentleman to Whom a Lady Had Given a Sprig of Myrtle
© Samuel Johnson
What hopes - what terrors does this gift create?
Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate.
Waldenses
© William Wordsworth
THOSE had given earliest notice, as the lark
Springs from the ground the morn to gratulate;
Weeding
© Charles Lamb
As busy Aurelia, 'twixt work and 'twixt play,
Was labouring industriously hard
To cull the vile weeds from the flowerets away,
Which grew in her father's court-yard;
Watching For Pa
© Henry Clay Work
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
"Within Their Silent Perfect Glass"
© Adam Mickiewicz
Within their silent perfect glass
The mirror waters, vast and clear,
Reflect the silhouette of rocks,
Dark faces brooding on the shore.
Waggon Hill
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling,
Treading his dear _Revenge's_ deck,
Where They Lived by Marge Saiser: American Life in Poetry #104 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2
© Ted Kooser
At some time many of us will have to make a last visit to a house where aged parents lived out their days. Here Marge Saiser beautifully compresses one such farewell.
Where They Lived
When I Was Young the Silk
© Archie Randolph Ammons
When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head
unfurled
and wind bloomed the parachute:
With A Copy Of 'The Rabbi Of Bachwach'
© Heinrich Heine
Burst out in wailing riot,
Thou darkling martyr-lay,
That in my soul, flame-quiet,
I've borne this many a day!
