Poems begining by Y
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Ye Songs Of Mine!
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Ye songs of mine! Of universal sorrows
A living witness ye;
Born of the passion of the soul, bewailing
Tempestuous and free,
The hard heart of humanity assailing
As doth her cliffs the sea!
Young England
© Horace Smith
The times still "grow to something strange";
We rap and turn the tables;
You and You
© Edith Wharton
Every one of you won the war
You and you and you
Each one knowing what it was for,
And what was his job to do.
Your Flaw
© Karl Kraus
That flaw of yours, that vent - I love it, dear;
its part of you
and ranks with me among your finest features.
When I find out that others have it too,
I look for it and almost see you near
and love all similarly wanting creatures.
Your Heart Has Trembled To My Tongue
© William Ernest Henley
Your heart has trembled to my tongue,
Your hands in mine have lain,
Your thought to me has leaned and clung,
Again and yet again,
My dear,
Again and yet again.
Youth And Manhood
© Henry Timrod
Another year! a short one, if it flow
Like that just past,
And I shall stand - if years can make me so -
A man at last.
Y Pensar Que Pudimos...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Y pensar que extraviamos
La senda milagrosa
En que se hubiera abierto
Nuestra ilusión, como una perenne rosa…
"You rosebud sweet and fair"
© Ambrosius Stub
You rosebud sweet and fair!
Close to, let me inspect you!
Yeh Aarzu thi
© Momin Khan Momin
yeh Aarzu thi tujhe gul ke rubaru karte
ham aur bulbul-e betab guftagu karte.
Young England
© William Henry Ogilvie
Foam upon their snaffle-bars, forelocks flying free,
Busy little Shetlands battle up the ride ;
Cream below the crupper-straps, mud above the knee ;
Vieing with the hunters that pass them in a stride.
Ye Wives Who Scold & Fishes Sell
© Thomas Parnell
Ye Wives who scold & fishes sell,
Or sing & sell your fruit,
You
© Edgar Albert Guest
You are the fellow that has to decide
Whether you'll do it or toss it aside.
You're right
© Emily Dickinson
You're right"the way is narrow"
And "difficult the Gate"
And "few there be"Correct again
That "enter inthereat"
Yankee Was A Bad Man, Yankee Was A Thief,
© Anonymous
Yankee was a bad man, Yankee was a thief,
Yankee came to my house and stole a side of beef;
I went to Yankee's house, Yankee he had fled,
Caught him on the battle-field, and there I killed him dead.
Youth In Memory
© George Meredith
Days, when the ball of our vision
Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun;
Youth
© Arthur Rimbaud
I.
_Sunday_
Problems put by, the inevitable descent of heaven
and the visit of memories and the assembly
of rhythms occupy the house,
the head and the world of the spirit. --
Yellowjackets by Yusef Komunyakaa: American Life in Poetry #154 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
Here, poet Yusef Komunyakaa, who teaches at New York University, shows us a fine portrait of the hard life of a workerâin this case, a horseâand, through metaphor, the terrible, clumsy beauty of his final moments.
Yellowjackets
Ye Heralds Of Freedom
© Anonymous
Ye heralds of freedom, ye noble and brave,
Who dare to insist on the rights of the slave,
Go onward, go onward, your cause is of God,
And he will soon sever the oppressor's strong rod.
