Poems begining by Y
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Young September
© Madison Julius Cawein
With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing,
September led me along the land;
Where the golden-rod and lobelia, glowing,
Seemed burning torches within her hand.
And faint as the thistle's or milk-weed's feather
I glimpsed her form through the sparkling weather.
Yorick
© John Le Gay Brereton
A golden largesse from a store untold
Announced the ruddy days imperial birth,
Yaddo : The Grand Manor
© Sylvia Plath
Woodsmoke and a distant loudspeaker
Filter into this clear
Air, and blur.
Yes Thou Art Gone!
© Anne Brontë
Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
You love meyou are sure
© Emily Dickinson
I need not startyou're sure
That night will never be
When frightenedhome to Thee I run
To find the windows dark
And no more Dolliemark
Quite none?
Young Girls
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Girls are enchanted by rupees tails
They bear an image of firebirds;
The girls leave behind their parents home,
Follow the Frenchmen obediently.
Your Picture
© Boris Pasternak
It's with your laughing picture that I'm living now,
You whose wrists are so slender and crackle at the joints,
You who wring your hands yet are unwilling to go,
You whose guests stay for hours sharing sadness and joys.
Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies
© Sylvia Plath
Yadwigha, the literalists once wondered how you
Came to be lying on this baroque couch
Upholstered in red velvet, under the eye
Of uncaged tigers and a tropical moon,
Set in intricate wilderness of green
Heart-shaped leaves, like catalpa leaves, and lillies
You Men
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
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Hombres necios que acusáis
a la mujer sin razón,
sin ver que sois la ocasión
de lo mismo que culpáis:
You've seen Balloons setHaven't You?
© Emily Dickinson
You've seen Balloons setHaven't You?
So stately they ascend
It is as Swansdiscarded You,
For Duties Diamond
"Yes, thou art changed since first we met"
© Amelia Opie
YES, thou art changed since first we met,
But think not I shall e'er regret,
Though never can my heart forget,
The charms that once were thine:
You Never Can Tell
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
You never can tell when you send a word,
Like an arrow shot from a bow
By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,
Just where it may chance to go!
You Should at Times Go Out
© Elizabeth Daryush
You should at times go out
from where the faithful kneel,
visit the slums of doubt
and feel what the lost feel;
Yarrow Visited
© William Wordsworth
And is this -Yarrow? -This the stream
Of which my fancy cherished
Youth and Age
© Vance Palmer
Youth that rides the wildest horse,
Youth that throws the deadliest steer,
Yu-Pe-Yas Dirge For Tse-Ky
© Augusta Davies Webster
DEAD, my beloved! This small purple weed
That grows upon thy grave shall have its time
To ripen and to wane, to bloom and seed;
But thou, strong doer, mightst not wait thy deed,
But thou, oh noblest, mightst not wait thy meed:
Dead in thy prime!
You Make The Sunshine Of My Heart
© Mathilde Blind
You make the sunshine of my heart
And its tempestuous shower;
Yasoda Inducing Krishna To Stay Nearby
© Sant Surdas
Kanha, don't go so far to play,
you do not know the 'hau' is here,
