Poems begining by V
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Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
© Ezra Pound
I had over prepared the event,
that much was ominous.
With middle-ageing care
I had laid out just the right books.
I had almost turned down the pages.
Villonaud for This Yule
© Ezra Pound
Where are the joys my heart had won?
(Saturn and Mars to Zeus drawn near!)
Where are athe lips mine lay upon,
Aye! where are the glances feat and clear
That bade my heart his valor don?
Vain Gratuities
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
But she, demure as ever, and as fair,
Almost, as they remembered her before
She found him, would have laughed had she been there,
And all they said would have been heard no more
Than foam that washes on an island shore
Where there are none to listen or to care.
Verlaine
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Song sloughs away the sin to find redress
In arts complete remembrance: nothing clings
For long but laurel to the stricken brow
That felt the Muses finger; nothing less
Than hells fulfilment of the end of things
Can blot the star that shines on Paris now.
Vickery's Mountain
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Blue in the west the mountain stands,
And through the long twilight
Vickery sits with folded hands,
And Vickerys eyes are bright.
Veteran Sirens
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now
To laugh at them, were she to see them here,
So brave and so alert for learning how
To fence with reason for another year.
Villanelle of Change
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Since Persia fell at Marathon,
The yellow years have gathered fast:
Long centuries have come and gone.
Vull a Man
© Ingeborg Bachmann
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man,
You beat my manhood, if you can.
You'll be a man if you can teake
All steates that household life do meake.
Variations on 'The short night
© Yosa Buson
Below are eleven Buson haiku
beginning with the phrase
'The short night--'
