Poems begining by W
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We have a Little Garden
© Beatrix Potter
WE have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
Who Bides His Time
© James Whitcomb Riley
Who bides his time, and day by day
Faces defeat full patiently,
And lifts a mirthful roundelay,
However poor his fortunes be,--
We to Sigh Instead of Sing
© James Whitcomb Riley
"Rain and Rain! and rain and rain!"
Yesterday we muttered
Grimly as the grim refrain
That the thunders uttered:
What Birds Plunge Through Is Not The Intimate Space
© Rainer Maria Rilke
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space,
in which you see all Forms intensified.
(In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself,
would disappear into that vastness.)
What Fields Are As Fragrant As Your Hands?
© Rainer Maria Rilke
What fields are as fragrant as your hands?
You feel how external fragrance stands
upon your stronger resistance.
Stars stand in images above.
Give me your mouth to soften, love;
ah, your hair is all in idleness.
World Was In The Face Of The Beloved
© Rainer Maria Rilke
World was in the face of the beloved--,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.
Water Lily
© Rainer Maria Rilke
My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
will deprive me, for it is infinite.
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
are mine; it is still the same, my life.
Woman In Love
© Rainer Maria Rilke
That is my window. Just now
I have so softly wakened.
I thought that I would float.
How far does my life reach,
and where does the night begin
Where's Madge then,
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Where's Madge then,
Madge and her men?
buried with
Alice in her hair,
(but if you ask the rain
he'll not tell where.)
who sharpens every dull... (26)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
who sharpens every dull
here comes the only man
reminding with his bell
to disappear a sun
when serpents bargain for the right to squirm... (22)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when serpents bargain for the right to squirm
and the sun strikes to gain a living wage-
when thorns regard their roses with alarm
and rainbows are insured against old age
when faces called flowers float out of the ground... (67)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
when hair falls off and eyes blur And... (L)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when hair falls off and eyes blur And
thighs forget(when clocks whisper
and night shouts)When minds
shrivel and hearts grow brittler every
when life is quite through with... (II)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when life is quite through with
and leaves say alas,
much is to do
for the swallow,that closes
a flight in the blue;
what if a much of a which of a wind... (XX)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
when god lets my body be
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when god lets my body beFrom each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit dangles therefromthe purpled world will dance upon
Between my lips which did singa rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passions wasteswill lay between their little breasts
why did you go... (IV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
why did you go
little fourpaws?
you forgot to shut
your big eyes.
who knows if the moon's... (VII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
(will you teach a... (12)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
(will you teach a
wretch to live
straighter than a needle)
