Poems begining by N
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Now I lay thee down to Sleep --
© Emily Dickinson
Now I lay thee down to Sleep --
I pray the Lord thy Dust to keep --
And if thou live before thou wake --
I pray the Lord thy Soul to make --
Not to discover weakness is
© Emily Dickinson
Not to discover weakness is
The Artifice of strength --
Impregnability inheres
As much through Consciousness
Not that he goes -- we love him more
© Emily Dickinson
Not that he goes -- we love him more
Who led us while he stayed.
Beyond earth's trafficking frontier,
For what he moved, he made.
No Notice gave She, but a Change --
© Emily Dickinson
No Notice gave She, but a Change --
No Message, but a Sigh --
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
No matter where the Saints abide,
© Emily Dickinson
No matter where the Saints abide,
They make their Circuit fair
Behold how great a Firmament
Accompanies a Star.
No matter -- now -- Sweet --
© Emily Dickinson
No matter -- now -- Sweet --
But when I'm Earl --
Won't you wish you'd spoken
To that dull Girl?
No Life can pompless pass away --
© Emily Dickinson
No Life can pompless pass away --
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here --
Never for Society
© Emily Dickinson
Never for Society
He shall seek in vain --
Who His own acquaintance
Cultivate -- Of Men
Wiser Men may weary --
But the Man within
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
© Emily Dickinson
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child --
The feeblest -- or the waywardest --
Her Admonition mild --
Nobody knows this little Rose
© Emily Dickinson
Nobody knows this little Rose --
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Never To Dream Of Spiders
© Audre Lorde
Once the renegade flesh was gone
fall air lay against my face
sharp and blue as a needle
but the rain fell through October
and death lay a condemnation
within my blood.
Nero's Term
© Constantine Cavafy
Now he will return to Rome slightly tired,
but delightfully tired from this journey,
full of days of enjoyment --
at the theaters, the gardens, the gymnasia...
evenings at cities of Achaia...
Ah the delight of nude bodies, above all...
Nicotine
© Ezra Pound
Hymn to the Dope
Goddess of the murmuring courts,
Nicotine, my Nicotine,
Houri of the mystic sports,
Nimmo
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Since you remember Nimmo, and arrive
At such a false and florid and far drawn
Confusion of odd nonsense, I connive
No longer, though I may have led you on.
Neighbors
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
As often as we thought of her,
We thought of a gray life
That made a quaint economist
Of a wolf-haunted wife;
New England
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Passion is here a soilure of the wits,
We're told, and Love a cross for them to bear;
Joy shivers in the corner where she knits
And Conscience always has the rocking-chair,
Cheerful as when she tortured into fits
The first cat that was ever killed by Care.
Notes For The Legend Of Salad Woman
© Michael Ondaatje
On our last day in Eden as we walked out
she nibbled the leaves at her breasts and crotch.
But there's none to touch
none to equal
the Chlorophyll Kiss
Nothing grows except the grass
© Carlos Barbarito
Nothing grows except the grass.
Nothing leaps into sight except some stone
and what the stone contains and protects.
Here, far from the beach,
