Poems begining by W

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Westward Ho!

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

We should not sit us down and sigh,
My girl, whose brow a fane appears,
Whose steadfast eyes look royally
Backwards and forwards o'er the years--

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Wild Oats

© Philip Larkin

About twenty years ago
Two girls came in where I worked -
A bosomy English rose
And her friend in specs I could talk to.

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Written In The First Leaf Of A Child's Memorandum-Book

© Charles Lamb

My neat and pretty book, when I thy small lines see

They seem for any use to be unfit for me.

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Wedding Wind

© Philip Larkin

The wind blew all my wedding-day,
And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind;
And a stable door was banging, again and again,
That he must go and shut it, leaving me

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Water

© Philip Larkin

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.

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When First We Faced, And Touching Showed

© Philip Larkin

When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
Behind the moonlight and the frost,
The excitement and the gratitude,
There stood how much our meeting owed
To other meetings, other loves.

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Winter - The Fourth Pastoral, or Daphne

© Alexander Pope

Lycidas.

Thyrsis, the music of that murm'ring spring,

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Why Did I Dream Of You Last Night?

© Philip Larkin

Why did I dream of you last night?
Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light
Memories strike home, like slaps in the face;
Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog
beyond the window.

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Without Looking

© Patricia Goedicke

Either at my friend's daughter's
sixteen-year-old body dumped
on the morgue slab, T-shirt
stuck fast to one ripped
breast I identified quick, and then
got out of there

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What do animals dream?

© Yahia Lababidi

Are there agitations, upheavals or mutinies
against their perceived selves or fate?

Are they free of strengths and weaknesses peculiar
to horse, deer, bird, goat, snake, lamb or lion?

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Words

© Yahia Lababidi

Words are like days:
coloring books or pickpockets,
signposts or scratching posts,
fakirs over hot coals.

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Where Is Heaven?

© Faye Diane Kilday

Where is Heaven? Is it somewhere in outer space?Where does my loved one now dwell...In some far and distant place?
Heaven is all around you...It's as close as the air and love that surround you.Heaven is everywhere...it's not just in the skies,It's a spiritual dimension that can't be seenthrough human eyes.
How do I know my loved one is safe?How do I know they are well?How do I know that they made it to Heaven?Is there any way that I can tell?
Your loved one is well in heaven because they're surrounded by God's love and care,And I can promise you that they made it to Heaven, because an angel guided them there!

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When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead

© Charles Hamilton Sorley

When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you'll remember. For you need not so.

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Why East Wind Chills

© Dylan Thomas

When cometh Jack Frost? the children ask.
Shall they clasp a comet in their fists?
Not till, from high and low, their dust
Sprinkles in children's eyes a long-last sleep
And dusk is crowded with the children's ghosts,
Shall a white answer echo from the rooftops.

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Was He Married?

© Stevie Smith

Was he married, did he try
To support as he grew less fond of them
Wife and family?

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Wordsworth's Grave

© William Watson

The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
  Beneath its shadow high-born Rotha flows;
Rotha, remembering well who slumbers near,
  And with cool murmur lulling his repose

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We Go Out Together In the Staring Town

© Kenneth Patchen

We go out together into the staring town
And buy cheese and bread and little jugs with
flowered labels

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When I Love You

© Nizar Qabbani

When I love you

A new language springs up,

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When We Were Here Together

© Kenneth Patchen

when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one
another.
A bit of grass held between the teeth for a moment, bright hair on the
wind.

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When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you come
to visit me, I will come forth with speed.
You are for me the blast of the trumpet and the resurrection,
so what shall I do? Dead or living, wherever you are, there am I.