Poems begining by W
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Why Hop Ye So, ye High Hills?
© Theocritus
And Cos, when she beheld him,
Broke forth with jubilant rapture,
And said, touching the infant with fondling hands.
When It Clears Up
© Boris Pasternak
The lake is like a giant saucer;
Beyond-a gathering of clouds;
Like stern and dazzling mountain-ranges
Their massif the horizon crowds.
Womanly Qualms
© Ellis Parker Butler
When I go rowing on the lake,
I long to be a man;
Ill give my Sunday frock to have
A callous heart like Dan.
Woolworth's
© Mark Hillringhouse
for Greg FallonA kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window.
I don't think anyone notices the afternoon clouds turning pink along the horizon,
sunlight dripping down the stone facades,
the ancient names of old stores fading like the last century
We Astronomers
© Rebecca Elson
We astronomers are nomads,
Merchants, circus people,
All the earth our tent.
We are industrious.
We breed enthusiasms,
Honour our responsibility to awe.
Wait
© Galway Kinnell
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
We Fish
© Herman Melville
We fish, we fish, we merrily swim,
We care not for friend nor for foe.
Our fins are stout,
Our tails are out,
As through the seas we go.
War Song
© John Davidson
In anguish we uplift
A new unhallowed song:
The race is to the swift;
The battle to the strong.
What The Engines Said
© Francis Bret Harte
What was it the Engines said,
Pilots touching,--head to head
Facing on the single track,
Half a world behind each back?
This is what the Engines said,
Unreported and unread.
Why The Classics
© Zbigniew Herbert
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in the fourth book of the Peloponnesian War
Thucydides tells among other things
the story of his unsuccessful expedition
Who makes these changes?
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
What Is Fancy?
© Charles Lamb
SISTER.
I am to write three lines, and you
Three others that will rhyme.
There-now I've done my task.
Welsh Incident
© Robert Graves
'But that was nothing to what things came out
From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.'
'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ghosts?'
'Nothing at all of any things like that.'
When I'm Killed
© Robert Graves
When Im killed, dont think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
And theres one thing that I know well,
Im damned if Ill be damned to Hell!
Warning to Children
© Robert Graves
Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
Wild Strawberries
© Robert Graves
Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.
Wedding
© Vasko Popa
Each strips his own skin
Each bares his own constellation
Which has never seen the night
Wanderer
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Wanderer, far from his homeland,
You are poor and you are alone,
For the time, deprived of listening
To the music of mother tongue.
