Poems begining by W
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Why Was Cupid a Boy
© William Blake
Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
Words For A Trumpet Chorale Celebrating The Autumn
© Delmore Schwartz
Come and come forth and come up from the cup of
Your dumbness, stunned and numb, come with
The statues and believed in,
Thinking this is nothing, deceived.
War Girls
© Jessie Pope
'There's the girl who clips your ticket for the train,
And the girl who speeds the lift from floor to floor,
What Is To Be Given
© Delmore Schwartz
What is to be given,
Is spirit, yet animal,
Colored, like heaven,
Blue, yellow, beautiful.
What Curious Dresses All Men Wear
© Delmore Schwartz
What curious dresses all men wear!
The walker you met in a brown study,
The President smug in rotogravure,
The mannequin, the bathing beauty.
William Rufus
© Marriott Edgar
The reign of King William the Second
Were an uninteresting affair
There's only two things that's remembered of him
That's his sudden death and his red hair.
What He Thought
© Heather McHugh
were due to leave
tomorrow. For our parting evening then
our host chose something in a family restaurant,
and there we sat and chatted, sat and chewed, till,
sensible it was our last big chance to be Poetic, make
our mark, one of us asked
With Due Respect To Thor
© Heather McHugh
The dog has shrunk between the brake and clutch.
His shaking shakes a two-ton truck. From a Godso furious, he cannot hide his hide. Outside,
in the world at large, black hours are beingpearled and shafted. A tree stands out
spectacularly branched; the mind's eyegrows alert. This thing can hurt.
Why the Young Men Are So Ugly
© Tony Hoagland
They have little tractors in their blood
and all day the tractors climb up and down
inside their arms and legs, their
collarbones and heads.
Whenever I Go There
© William Stanley Merwin
In new rocks new insects are sitting
With the lights off
And once more I remember that the beginning
When You Go Away
© William Stanley Merwin
When you go away the wind clicks around to the north
The painters work all day but at sundown the paint falls
Showing the black walls
The clock goes back to striking the same hour
That has no place in the years
Winter Heavens
© George Meredith
Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive
Leap off the rim of earth across the dome.
It is a night to make the heavens our home
More than the nest whereto apace we strive.
Words In The Shadow
© Victor Marie Hugo
She said, "I am wrong to want something more, it's true.
The hours go by very quietly just so.
You are there. I never takes my eyes off you.
In your eyes I see your thoughts as they come and go.
Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress
© Richard Crashaw
Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible she
That shall command my heart and me;
Wasted Love
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
What shall be done for sorrow
With love whose race is run?
Where help is none to borrow,
What shall be done?
William Shakespeare
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one
Spake, might the word be said that might speak thee.
Streams, winds, woods, flowers, fields, mountains, yea, the sea,
What power is in them all to praise the sun?
Where Lies The Land To Which The Ship Would Go
© Arthur Hugh Clough
Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
While Someone Telephones
© Elizabeth Bishop
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse,
minutes of a barbaric condescension.
--Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees,
at their dark needles, accretions to no purpose
Writing
© William Allingham
A man who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful--then
His busy hand forgets the pen.
Most books, indeed, are records less
Of fulness than of emptiness.
