Poems Q

Poem Quickstep by A S J Tessimond.
Acknowledge the drum's whisper.Yield to its velvetNudge. Cut a slow air-Curve. Then dip (hip to hip):Sway, swing, pedanticallyPoise. Now recover,Converting the codaTo prelude of sway-swing-Recover. ...

Poem Quartermaster by Raymond A Foss.
Corner store,Hole in the wall,loaded for every needA story of Storyville and how itsdone down in the Big EasyInspectors and the men in blueOn the make, on the takeLook the other way for a stakeBrash ...

Poem Queen Matilda by Marriott Edgar.
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea,So when Henry died it were hard to decide Who his heir and successor should be.There were two runners-up for the title- His ...

Poem Questions Of The Children by Raymond A Foss.
Impossible questions, real-life questions rang through the church this week, hard painful impossible questions of lossof death in sudden and agonizingly long waysof young lives lost to cancer, to SIDS, of questions and loss for ...

Poem Quia Multum Amavit by Algernon Charles Swinburne.
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee,I, God, the spirit of man?Wherefore now these eighteen years hast thou forgotten me,From whom thy life began?Thy life-blood and thy life-breath and thy beauty,Thy ...

Poem Qua Cursum Ventus by Arthur Hugh Clough.
As ships, becalmed at eve, that layWith canvas drooping, side by side,Two towers of sail at dawn of dayAre scarce long leagues apart descried;When fell the night, upsprung the breeze,And all the darkling hours they ...

Poem Queen And Huntress by Ben Jonson.
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chairState in wonted manner keep:Hesperus entreats thy light,Goddess excellently bright.Earth, let not thy envious shadeDare itself to interpose;Cynthia's shining orb ...

Poem Questions From A Worker Who Reads by Bertolt Brecht.
Who built Thebes of the seven gates?In the books you will find the names of kings.Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock?And Babylon, many times demolishedWho raised it up so many times? In ...

Poem Questionnaire by Carl Sandburg.
HAVE I told any man to be a liar for my sake?Have I sold ice to the poor in summer and coal to the poor in winter for the sake of daughters who nursed brindle ...

Poem Question And Answer by Charles Bukowski.
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking of all the letters ...