Poems begining by R
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Return
© Constantine Cavafy
Return often and take me,
beloved sensation, return and take me --
when the memory of the body awakens,
and an old desire runs again through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.
Remember, Body...
© Constantine Cavafy
Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires which for you
plainly glowed in the eyes,
Reveille
© Primo Levi
Now we have found our homes again,
Our bellies are full,
We're through telling the story.
It's time. Soon we'll hear again
The strange command:
'Wstawac'
Rahel to Varnhagen
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
NOTE.Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriageso far as he was concerned at any rateappears to have been satisfactory.
Now you have read them all; or if not all,
As many as in all conscience I should fancy
To be enough. There are no more of them
Rembrandt to Rembrandt
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
(AMSTERDAM, 1645)
And there you are again, now as you are.
Observe yourself as you discern yourself
In your discredited ascendency;
Recalled
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
I mentioned them, and Isaac shook his head:
The Power that you call yours and I call mine
Extinguished in the last of them a line
That Satan would have disinherited.
When we are done with all but the Divine,
We die. And there was no more to be said.
Reuben Bright
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
And after she was dead, and he had paid
The singers and the sexton and the rest,
He packed a lot of things that she had made
Most mournfully away in an old chest
Of hers, and put some chopped-up cedar boughs
In with them, and tore down the slaughter-house.
Richard Cory
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
Reservations Confirmed
© Charles Webb
The ticket settles on my desk: a paper tongue
pronouncing "Go away;" a flattened seed
from which a thousand-mile leap through the air can grow.
Renunciation
© Jennifer Reeser
Its a jade branch on the floor, broken in two, love,
or a stain raised on the lapped grains of a suede glove.Its the lace, blown by a strong breeze, of an old gown
with the cranes crying at night, lost in their long sound.Its a vase made from the noon light in a closed place,
and it falls, shatters the sharp edge of a jewel case.Its the Muse, mute with a shell clenched in her left hand,
Restaurant
© Harold Pinter
No, you're wrong.Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly beParticularly at lunch
in a laughing restaurantEveryone is as beautiful
as they can possibly beAnd they are moved
