Poems begining by R
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Rivière Perdue
© Susan Frances Harrison
Lost river hides--Rivière Perdue.Between steep banks of slaty shale,Known but to Emile's sullen crew.
Rags and Robes
© Whitney Adeline Dutton Train
"Hark, hark! The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, Some in tags,And some in velvet gowns!"
Radiolatry
© Guiterman Arthur
The worst of all idolators Are zealous radiolatersWho wreck the peace of erstwhile happy homes With drool of variometers, Detectors, galvanometers,Antennae, switches, batteries and ohms.
Red Black White
© Gotlieb Phyllis
blood ink paper have been my life I borechildren in a slush of blooddreamed in a scratch of inkand that damned white paperwith words to be written everywhere
Resurge
© William Gay
Come forth, O Man, from darkness into light,Renounce the dust, break through thy sordid bars,For ever leave the crawling shapes of Night,And move erect among thy native stars:No longer grovel in a foetid cellWhen all the spaces of the sky are thine,With Sloth and Want no more a beggar dwellWhen thou canst claim a heritage divine;Awake and live! nor dream the dreams of deathThat brood, fantastic, fearful, o'er thy grave,Thou art not of the stuff that perisheth,Nor unto Fate and Time art thou a slave;Thy power extends beyond the starry Pole,And worlds and suns revolve within thy soul
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
© Edward Fitzgerald
IHas flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caughtThe Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Retrospect
© Doyle Arthur Conan
There is a better thing, dear heart, Than youthful flush or girlish grace
Religio Medici
© Doyle Arthur Conan
God's own best will bide the test And God's own worst will fall;But, best or worst or last or first, He ordereth it all.
[Recusancy]
© John Donne
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve,Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve,Poorly enrich't with great men's words or looks ;Nor so write my name in thy loving booksAs those idolatrous flatterers, which stillTheir princes' style with many realms fulfill,Whence they no tribute have, and where no sway
Retrospect
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the corn,When I was carried by the farms,-- It had the tassels on.
Recipe
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
CHIDDEN still murmurs,SLAPPED and RAPPED complain,HURT, with a thousand tongues,Whines out his pain.
Requiescat in Pace
© Cooke Edmund Vance
The man who fears to go his way alone, But follows where the greater number tread,Should hasten to his rest beneath a stone; The great majority of men are dead.
Reading Titus Andronicus In Three Mile Plains, N.S.
© Clarke George Elliott
Rue: When Witnesses sat before Bibles open like platesAnd spat sour sermons of interposition and nullification,While burr-orchards vomited bushels of thorns, and leavesRattled like uprooted skull-teeth across rough highways,And stars ejected brutal, serrated, heart-shredding light,And dark brothers lied down, quare, in government graves,Their white skulls jabbering amid farmer's dead flowers -
Restaurant
© Christakos Margaret
On an island once I caught her by the elbow,tossed her onto juniper, kind of prickly, you know,yanked the cases off her thigh pillows,got my tongue out to slurp the wet messof her pussy
Relative
© Christakos Margaret
The mysterious boy withoutparents has a gash in his purpleface & out of it unfolds an escalatorof primitive idiom at which we grimacewith involutant ribcages.
Relativity
© Buller A. H. Reginald
There was a young lady named BrightWhose speed was far faster than light; She set out one day, In a relative wayAnd returned on the previous night.
Risus Dei
© Brown Thomas Edward
Methinks in Him there dwells alwayA sea of laughter very deep,Where the leviathans leap,And little children play,Their white feet twinkling on its crisped edge;But in the outer bayThe strong man drives the wedgeOf polished limbs,And swims
