Poems begining by C
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Crossing the Bar
© Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
City Elegies
© Robert Pinsky
All day all over the city every person
Wanders a different city, sealed intact
And haunted as the abandoned subway stations
Under the city. Where is my alley doorway?
Carentan O Carentan
© Louis Simpson
Trees in the old days used to stand
And shape a shady lane
Where lovers wandered hand in hand
Who came from Carentan.
Change
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And this is what is left of youth! . . .
There were two boys, who were bred up together,
Chrismas Invitation
© William Barnes
Come down to-morrow night; an' mind,
Don't leäve thy fiddle-bag behind;
We'll sheäke a lag, an' drink a cup
O' eäle, to keep wold Chris'mas up.
Curriculum Vitae
© Samuel Menashe
Scribe out of work
At a loss for words
Not his to begin with,
The man life passed by
Stands at the window
Biding his time
Consider The Lilies Of The Field
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Flowers preach to us if we will hear:
The rose saith in the dewy morn:
Cri de guerre du mufti
© Victor Marie Hugo
En guerre les guerriers ! Mahomet ! Mahomet !
Les chiens mordent les pieds du lion qui dormait,
Ils relèvent leur tête infâme.
Ecrasez, ô croyants du prophète divin,
Ces chancelants soldats qui s'enivrent de vin,
Ces hommes qui n'ont qu'une femme !
Campus Sonnets: Before An Examination
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The breeze blows cool and there are stars and stars
Beyond the dark, soft masses of the elms
That whisper things in windy tones and light.
They seem to wheel for dim, celestial wars;
And I - I hear the clash of silver helms
Ring icy-clear from the far deeps of night.
Childhood Stories
© Matthew Rohrer
They learned to turn off the gravity in an auditorium
and we all rose into the air,
Characteristics Of A Child Three Years Old
© William Wordsworth
LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild;
And Innocence hath privilege in her
Coyote, with Mange
© Mark Wunderlich
Oh, Unreadable One, why
have you done this to your dumb creature?
Why have you chosen to punish the coyote
Cold Calls: War Music, Continued
© Christopher Logue
Take Quinamid
The son of a Dardanian astrologer
Who disregarded what his father said
And came to Troy in a taxi.
Commemoration
© Sir Henry Newbolt
I sat by the granite pillar, and sunlight fell
Where the sunlight fell of old,
And the hour was the hour my heart remembered well,
And the sermon rolled and rolled
As it used to roll when the place was still unhaunted,
And the strangest tale in the world was still untold.
