Poems begining by Y
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Your Country Needs You
© Edgar Albert Guest
The country needs a man like you,
It has a task for you to do.
Yarrow Revisited
© William Wordsworth
. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,
Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"
Yard Work by Don Thompson : American Life in Poetry #272 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Whether we like it or not, we live with the awareness that death is always close at hand, and in this poem by Don Thompson, a Californian, a dead blackbird can’t be pushed out of the awareness of the speaker, nor can it escape the ants, who have their own yard work to do.
Yard Work
My leaf blower lifted the blackbird-
Yellow Crane Tower
© Mao Zedong
Wide, wide flow the nine streams through the land,
Dark, dark threads the line from south to north.
Youth's Inexperience.
© Robert Crawford
He is too young yet to know life's demands;
Being no natural philosopher,
He must from cause and custom draw that art
Which some of Nature have, the primal gift
Ypres
© Robert Laurence Binyon
On the road to Ypres, on the long road,
Marching strong,
We'll sing a song of Ypres, of her glory
And her wrong.
Youth And Age
© Sappho
If love thou hast for me, not hate,
Arise and find a younger mate;
For I no longer will abide
Where youth and age lie side by side.
Your Caddie And You
© Edgar Albert Guest
He is with you every minute, in the smooth and in the rough,
And your caddie's quick to sense it if you're made of proper stuff.
If you hear your trials bravely, if you do the best you can,
You will find the little fellow trying hard to be a man.
"Youth with swift feet walks onward in the way"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Youth with swift feet walks onward in the way,
The land of joy lies all before his eyes;
Age, stumbling, lingers slower day by day,
Still looking back, for it behind him lies.
Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake.
You may forget but
© Sappho
You may forget but
let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
will think of us
"You Bid Me Try"
© Henry Austin Dobson
You bid me try, blue-eyes, to write
A Rondeau. What! - forthwith? - tonight?
Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true; But thirteen lines! - and rimed on two! "Refrain" as well. Ah, Hapless plight!
Your Eyes Go Sad
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Your eyes go sad. You're not
Listening to what I say.
They doze, dream, fade out.
Not listening. I talk away.
Yorktown Centennial Lyric
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HARK, hark! down the century's long reaching slope
To those transports of triumph, those raptures of hope,
The voices of main and of mountain combined
In glad resonance borne on the wings of the wind,
Year After Year: A Love Song.
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
YEAR after year the cowslips fill the meadow,
Year after year the skylarks thrill the air,
Year after year, in sunshine or in shadow,
Rolls the world round, love, and finds us as we were.
Youth And The Pilgrim
© Sara Teasdale
Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,
I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,
By shore of any sea?
You Rise the Water Unfolds
© Paul Eluard
You are water ploughed from its depths
You are earth that takes root
And in which all is grounded
