Poems begining by Z
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Z---------'s dream
© Anne Brontë
Unwonted weakness o'er me crept;
I sighed - nay, weaker still - I wept!
Wept, like a woman o'er the deed
I had been proud to do: -
As I had made his bosom bleed;
My own was bleeding too.
Zephyrus The Awakener
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Come, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean,
Zephyr, whom to thy cloud or cave
No thought can trace! speed with thy gentle motion!
Zacchaeus
© George MacDonald
To whom the heavy burden clings,
It yet may serve him like a staff;
One day the cross will break in wings,
The sinner laugh a holy laugh.
Zapolya (excerpts)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted :
And poised therein a bird so bold-
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted !
Zapolya
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted :
And poised therein a bird so bold--
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted !
Zion
© Rudyard Kipling
The Doorkeepers of Zion,
They do not always stand
In helmet and whole armour,
With halberds in their hand;
Zoheyr
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Woe is me for 'Ommi 'Aufa! Woe for the tents of her
lost on thy stony plain, Durráj, on thine, Mutethéllemi!
In Rákmatéyn I found our dwelling, faint lines how desolate,
tent--markstraced like the vein--tracings blue on the wrists of her.
Zilpha Marsh
© Edgar Lee Masters
At four o'clock in late October
I sat alone in the country school-house
Back from the road 'mid stricken fields,
And an eddy of wind blew leaves on the pane,
Zenas Witt
© Edgar Lee Masters
I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams,
And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.
And I couldn't remember the books I read,
Like Frank Drummer who memorized page after page.
Zeroing In
© Denise Levertov
"I am a landscape," he said,
"a landscape and a person walking in that landscape.
There are daunting cliffs there,
and plains glad in their way
Zero
© Robert Creeley
Not just nothing,
Not there's no answer,
Not it's nowhere or
Nothing to show for it -
Zermatt to the Matterhorn.
© Thomas Hardy
Thirty-two years since, up against the sun,
Seven shapes, thin atomies to lower sight,
Labouringly leapt and gained thy gabled height,
And four lives paid for what the seven had won.
Zola
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Never until we conquer the uncouth
Connivings of our shamed indifference
(We call it Christian faith) are we to scan
The racked and shrieking hideousness of Truth
To find, in hates polluted self-defence
Throbbing, the pulse, the divine heart of man.
Zummer An' Winter
© Ingeborg Bachmann
When I led by zummer streams
The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her,
While the zun, wi' evenen beams,
Did cast our sheades athirt the water;
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