Poems begining by Y
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You'll Tell Her, Won't You?
© Anonymous
You'll tell her, won't you? Say to her I died
As a brave soldier should - true to the last;
"You, Who Was Born..."
© Anna Akhmatova
You, who was born for poetrys creation,
Do not repeat the sayings of the ancients.
Though, maybe, our Poetry, itself,
Is just a single beautiful citation.
Your Dimension Of Greatness
© Anonymous
No one can know the potential,
Of a life that is committed to win;
With courage - the challenge it faces,
To achieve great success in the end!
Your Looks Have Touched My Soul
© Mathilde Blind
Your looks have touched my soul with bright
Ineffable emotion;
As moonbeams on a stormy night
Illume with transitory light
A seagull on her lonely flight
Across the lonely ocean.
You Must Not Understand This Life (with original German)
© Rainer Maria Rilke
You must not understand this life.
Then everyday will be like a party.
Simply let every day be
like a child who, passing by,
receives many flowers from the wind.
Your Laughter
© Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Yours be yon dew-steep'd roses
© Theocritus
Yours be yon dew-steep'd roses, yours be yon
Thick-clustering ivy, maids of Helicon:
Thine, Pythian Paean, that dark-foliaged bay;
With such thy Delphian crags thy front array.
This horn'd and shaggy ram shall stain thy shrine,
Who crops e'en now the feathering turpentine.
"You, whom the grave cannot bind"
© Lesbia Harford
You, whom the grave cannot bind,
Shall a song hold you?
Still you escape from the mesh
Spun to enfold you.
You Personify God's Message
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
You personify God's message.
You reflect the King's face.
There is nothing in the universe that you are not
Everything you want, look for it within yourself-
you are that.
You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song
© William Ernest Henley
You played and sang a snatch of song,
A song that all-too well we knew;
Your Time's Comin'
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
cho; You know she's a cheater, son
And you think that you're the one
That's got a lot of what it takes to change her;
I've no doubt that you can get her
You ain't much, but that don't matter
Nothin' suits her better than a stranger.
You And Yellow Air
© John Shaw Neilson
I DREAM of an old kissing-time
And the flowered follies there;
In the dim place of cherry-trees,
Of you, and yellow air.
Your grief....
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Ye Agents
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
These agent men! these agent men!
We hear the dreaded step again,
We see a stranger at the door;
And brace ourselves for war once more.
He bows and smiles. "Walk in," we say,
Your Last Drive
© Thomas Hardy
Here by the moorway you returned,
And saw the borough lights ahead
That lit your face - all undiscerned
To be in a week the face of the dead,
And you told of the charm of that haloed view
That never again would beam on you.
You Gote-herd Gods
© Sir Philip Sidney
You Gote-herd Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines,
You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies,
You Satyrs ioyde with free and quiet forests,
Vouchsafe your silent eares to playning musique,
Which to my woes giues still an early morning;
And drawes the dolor on till wery euening.
Yew-Trees
© William Wordsworth
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore:
Yorktown
© John Greenleaf Whittier
YORKTOWN.
FROM Yorktown's ruins, ranked and still,
Two lines stretch far o'er vale and hill:
Who curbs his steed at head of one?
