Poems begining by Y
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Yom Kippur 1984
© Adrienne Rich
I drew solitude over me, on the long shore.
—Robinson Jeffers, “Prelude”
For whoever does not afflict his soul through this day, shall be
cut off from his people.
Your Hay it is Mow'd, and Your Corn is Reaped
© John Dryden
COMUS
Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd;
Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd:
Come, my boys, come;
Come, my boys, come;
And merrily roar out Harvest Home.
You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
© Heather Fuller
You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I what I hoped before:
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!
You and your whole race.
© Langston Hughes
You and your whole race.
Look down upon the town in which you live
You charm'd me not with that fair face
© John Dryden
You charm'd me not with that fair face
Though it was all divine:
To be another's is the grace,
That makes me wish you mine.
You'll findit when you try to die
© Emily Dickinson
You'll findit when you try to die
The Easier to let go
For recollecting such as went
You could not spareyou know.
Yourself
© Jones Very
Tis to yourself I speak; you cannot know
Him whom I call in speaking such an one,
Youth
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When life begins anew,
And Youth, from gathering flowers,
From vague delights, rapt musings, twilight hours,
Turns restless, seeking some great deed to do,
Young May sat fainting and chill
© Augusta Davies Webster
YOUNG May sat fainting and chill,
And neither could live nor die;
She looked and hated the sky,
Yet knew not what was her ill.
Ah well-a-day!
For the lonely May.
Year’s End
© Lola Ridge
Now winter downs the dying of the year,
And night is all a settlement of snow;
From the soft street the rooms of houses show
A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,
Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin
And still allows some stirring down within.
You Who Wronged
© Czeslaw Milosz
You who wronged a simple man
Bursting into laughter at the crime,
And kept a pack of fools around you
To mix good and evil, to blur the line,
Youth and Age
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
You Would Know
© Marvin Bell
That you, Father, are “in my mind,”
some will argue, who cherish the present
"You want a lily"
© Lesbia Harford
You want a lily
And you plead with me
"Give me my lily back."
I went to see
Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)
© Robert Burns
Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu' o' care?
Year That Trembled
© Walt Whitman
YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me!
Your summer wind was warm enough-yet the air I breathed froze me;
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me;
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself;
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?
And sullen hymns of defeat?
You know the place: then
© Sappho
You know the place: then
Leave Crete and come to us
waiting where the grove is
pleasantest, by precincts
Young Couple
© Arthur Rimbaud
The room is open to the turquoise blue sky;
no room here: boxes and bins!
Outside the wall is overgrown with birthwort
where the brownies' gums buzz.
