IN THIS ISSUE: November 2009
Poems by James Schuyler; a portfolio of new work by 2009 Ruth Lilly Poetry Fellows Eric Ekstrand, Chloë Honum, Joseph Spece, Jeffrey Schultz, and Malachi Black; translations of Gottfried Benn by Michael Hofmann; “The Poet Takes a Walk” featuring Peter Cole, Kay Ryan, W.S. Di Piero, and others.
There are 344 Poems that have a first line beginning with "o"
= First appeared in Poetry magazine.O where I lay
"O where I lay"
By Hilda Morley
Once there came a man
"Once there came a man"
By Stephen Crane
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
"Out of the rolling ocean the crowd"
By Walt Whitman
Orange peels, burned letters, the car lights shining on the grass,
“Actuarial File”
By Jean Valentine
One morn I left him in his bed;
‘One morn I left him in his bed’
By Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard
Of my life which I am supposed to give back.
2/18/97
By Jorie Graham
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Paradise Lost: Book I
By John Milton
O for that warning voice, which he who saw
Paradise Lost: Book IV
By John Milton
O beautiful
A Boat
By Richard Brautigan
Out of a fired ship, which by no way
A Burnt Ship
By John Donne
Once in late summer,
A Certain Village
By Theodore Weiss
On village green whose smooth and well-worn sod,
A Disappointment
By Joanna Baillie
On summer nights I sleep naked
A Letter of Recommendation
By Yehuda Amichai
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
A Prayer for My Daughter
By William Butler Yeats
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
A Red, Red Rose
By Robert Burns
Oh! dost thou flatter falsely, Hope?
A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night
By Henry Timrod
Others, I am not the first,
A Shropshire Lad XXX: Others, I am not the first
By A. E. Housman
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
A Shropshire Lad XXXI: On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble
By A. E. Housman
On the idle hill of summer,
A Shropshire Lad XXXV: On the idle hill of summer
By A. E. Housman
On the warm Sunday afternoons
A Side Street
By Louis Untermeyer
On the day the world ends
A Song on the End of the World
By Czeslaw Milosz
One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under,
A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William Shakespear’s, by the Author
By Sir John Suckling
Out of the cracks of cups and their handles, missing,
A Woman on the Dump
By Debora Greger
Once Phidias stood, with hammer in his hand,
A Workman to the Gods
By Edwin Markham
O thou! whatever title suit thee,—
Address to the Devil
By Robert Burns
only the manners of centuries ago can teach me
After Catullus and Horace
By Bernadette Mayer
O this political air so heavy with the bells
America Politica Historia, in Spontaneity
By Gregory Corso
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
Among the Rocks
By Robert Browning
Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay,
Amoretti LIV: Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay
By Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote her Name
By Edmund Spenser
O come you pious youth! adore
An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatly
By Jupiter Hammon
Oh, woman, woman in thy brightest hour
An Appeal to Women
By Sarah Louisa Forten
Out for a walk, after a week in bed,
An Urban Convalescence
By James Merrill
Out of me unworthy and unknown
Anne Rutledge
By Edgar Lee Masters
Once you saw a drove of young pigs
Another Feeling
By Ruth Stone
Once when our blacktop city
Ants on the Melon
By Virginia Hamilton Adair
Open the window and you want to fly out,
Aperture
By Jennifer Tonge
O absent presence, Stella is not here;
Astrophel and Stella CVI: "O absent presence, Stella is not here"
By Philip Sidney
O Grammar rules, ô now your virtues show;
Astrophel and Stella LXIII
By Philip Sidney
Oh, I would have these tongues oracular
At a Symphony
By Louise Imogen Guiney
O Hesper-Phosphor, far away
At Dawn
By Alfred Noyes
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
At Melville’s Tomb
By Hart Crane
One of those appointments you postpone
At the Ear, Nose, and Throat Clinic
By Gail Mazur
O my Lord,
“O my Lord ...”
By Rabi'a
Of all that God has shown me
“Of all that God has shown me ...”
By Mechtild
oh antic God
“oh antic God”
By Lucille Clifton
On a branch
“On a branch ...”
By Kobayashi Issa
Ominous inscrutable Chinese news
“Your Luck Is About To Change”
By Susan Elizabeth Howe
On thy stupendous summit, rock sublime!
from Beachy Head
By Charlotte Smith
O
BEAMS 21,22,23, The Song of Orpheus
By Ronald Johnson
Often, in the Repose of Evening her soul took a lightness from
Beauty and the Illiterate
By Odysseus Alepoudelis Elytis
On the ground floor called "Beginnings,"
Beginnings
By Jeffrey Greene
Old now,
Benjamin Banneker Sends His “Almanac” to Thomas Jefferson
By Jay Wright
Ours are the streets where Bess first met her
Bess
By William E. Stafford
Old court. Old chain net hanging in frayed links from the rim,
Between Assasinations
By Alan Shapiro
Of many reasons I love you here is one
Bird-Understander
By Craig Arnold
Openly, yes,
Black Earth
By Marianne Moore
On the stiff twig up there
Black Rook in Rainy Weather
By Sylvia Plath
Once, to come so far
Blackened Rings
By Virginia Hamilton Adair
O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!
Bridal Song
By George Chapman
O Wave God who broke through me today
Burning Island
By Gary Snyder
Of your fate
Captain, Captive
By Samuel Menashe
Once upon a time
Catch a Little Rhyme
By Eve Merriam
Only the casket left, the jewel gone
Charles Sumner
By Charlotte L. Forten Grimké
Off Highway 106
Cherrylog Road
By James L. Dickey
O wearisome condition of humanity!
Chorus Sacerdotum
By Fulke Greville
Oh, dear!
Christian Virtues
By Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman
On the first warm day,
Cinderblock
By Chase Twichell
Old as I am
Commemoration
By Samuel Menashe
O happy dames, that may embrace
Complaint of the Absence of Her Love Being Upon the Sea
By Henry Howard, earl of Surrey
One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
Contrary Theses (II)
By Wallace Stevens
O heart of hearts, the chalice of love's fire,
Cor Cordium
By Algernon Charles Swinburne
On the mudroad of plodding American bodies,
County Fair
By Mary Karr
Oh, Unreadable One, why
Coyote, with Mange
By Mark Wunderlich
Off go the crows from the roof.
Crows in a Strong Wind
By Cornelius Eady
O my dark Rosaleen,
Dark Rosaleen
By Anonymous
Oh why is heaven built so far,
De Profundis
By Christina Rossetti
Our substitute is strange because
December Substitute
By Kenn Nesbitt
Once warring factions agreed upon the date
Disappointments of the Apocalypse
By Mary Karr
Overhead, the match burns out,
Disregard
By Ai
Or a man who looks like him.
Dreams of My Father
By Honorée Fanonne Jeffers
One girl a full head taller
Dressing My Daughters
By Mark Jarman
One light across a mile of water, the porch-
Drunks in the Bass Boat
By David Bottoms
One day the men pulled a house off float logs
Edna Bay
By Arthur Sze
On the first page of my dreambook
Empire of Dreams
By Charles Simic
Over the still world, a bird calls
End of Winter
By Louise Glück
Out the living-room window
Endangered Species
By Eamon Grennan
On a slab of Jurassic shale, an ovate
Ephemeroptera
By Miriam Vermilya
Other weddings are so shrewd on the sofa, short
Epithalament
By Brenda Shaughnessy
Out of a high meadow where flowers
Fawn
By Mary Barnard
Oh, but it is dirty!
Filling Station
By Elizabeth Bishop
or The Unfortunate Story of the Unmarried Flora Carrillo
Five Indiscretions,
By Alberto Ríos
Outside my window the wasps
Flight
By B. H. Fairchild
Osseous, aqueous, cardiac, hepatic—
Flight
By Linda Bierds
Only joy, now here you are,
Fourth Song
By Philip Sidney
On a road through the mountains with a friend many years ago
Fox Sleep
By W. S. Merwin
on a day when
From Space to Time
By Carolyn M. Rodgers
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
God's World
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
One of these days she will lie there and be dead.
Grimalkin
By Thomas P. Lynch
Off Havana, the ocean is green this morning
Havana Birth
By Susan Mitchell
On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood,
Hero and Leander
By Christopher Marlowe
Orchid-lipped, loose-jointed, purplish, indolent flowers,
Himalayan Balsam
By Anne Stevenson
Once it was packed like a box with the toys of childhood,
History
By Babette Deutsch
One Christmastime Fats Waller in a fur coat
History of My Heart
By Robert Pinsky
Oh there once was a woman
How to Continue
By John Ashbery
On an island the soft hue of memory,
Hugging the Jukebox
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Our embrace lasted too long.
I’ll Open the Window
By Anna Swir
On the journey to the mundane afterlife,
Implements from the “Tomb of the Poet”
By A.E. Stallings
O what a physical effect it has on me
In Love with You
By Kenneth Koch
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 2
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 3
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Old warder of these buried bones,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 39
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 54
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Outside the house the wind is howling
In November
By Lisel Mueller
Oil on limbs,
In the Goddess’s Name I Summon You. . .
By George Seferis
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Incident
By Countee Cullen
Out of the night that covers me,
Invictus
By William Ernest Henley
Oh mighty City of New York! you are wonderful to behold,
Jottings of New York: A Descriptive Poem
By William McGonagall
Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
Kalamazoo
By Vachel Lindsay
Of the two spoiled, barn-sour geldings
Kissing a Horse
By Robert Wrigley
O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad
By John Keats
On Magnolia Avenue there are no magnolias. Someone bought
Learning to Talk
By Minnie Bruce Pratt
Outside the gate, the scrawny trees look fine.
Leaving Bartram’s Garden in Southwest Philadelphia
By W. S. Di Piero
On the ferry, on the last morning of summer,
Leaving the Island
By Sharon Olds
O melody, what children strange are these
Lines
By Ina Coolbrith
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Lochinvar
By Sir Walter Scott
One marriage, three children, the usual hero-to-hump tale
Long Story Short
By G. E. Murray
O foolish wisdom sought in books!
Longing
By Ina Coolbrith
On the face of this midfielder,
Losing the Game
By Diane Ackerman
Of Love’s discrete occasions, we
Loves
By Scott Cairns
One rat across the floor and quick to floor's a breeze,
Lucifer Alone
By Josephine Miles
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
Lucifer in Starlight
By George Meredith
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
By James Wright
O Mary, at thy window be,
Mary Morison
By Robert Burns
On the telephone, friends mistake us now
Maternal
By Gail Mazur
O that ’twere possible
from Maud: O that 'twere possible
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
of these long scorching days
Maybe It’s Only the Monotony
By Gail Mazur
Old Meg she was a Gipsy,
Meg Merrilies
By John Keats
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming
Memories of West Street and Lepke
By Robert Lowell
On the radio this morning: The average woman knows
Men Say Brown
By Henry M. Seiden
On this first day of spring, snow
Misreading Housman
By Linda Pastan
O, come erlong, come erlong,
Mobile-Buck
By James Edwin Campbell
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
Mr. Flood's Party
By Edwin Arlington Robinson
Oh, black Persian cat!
Muier
By William Carlos Williams
Often I think of the beautiful town
My Lost Youth
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
One by one they appear in
My Sad Captains
By Thom Gunn
Odds are the poor man was trying to please her
No Prisoners
By Thomas P. Lynch
Oh, what am I but an engine, shod
Nothing New
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Out of your whole life give but one moment!
Now
By Robert Browning
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
O Captain! My Captain!
By Walt Whitman
O Carib Isle!
O Carib Isle!
By Hart Crane
O Donald! ye are just the man
O Donald! Ye Are Just the Man
By Susanna Blamire
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
O Me! O Life!
By Walt Whitman
O Mistres mine where are you roming?
O Mistres Mine Where are you Roming?
By William Shakespeare
Our fathers have formed a poetry workshop.
O my pa-pa
By Bob Hicok
O tan-faced prairie-boy,
O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy
By Walt Whitman
O hushed October morning mild,
October
By Robert Frost
One morn before me were three figures seen,
Ode on Indolence
By John Keats
O! wonderful for weight and whiteness!
Ode to a Blizzard
By Tom Disch
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
Ode to Psyche
By John Keats
Of Glory not a Beam is left
Of Glory not a Beam is left (1685)
By Emily Dickinson
Of Lincoln we know next to
Of Lincoln
By Cynthia Zarin
Of making many books there is no end,
Of Modern Books
By Carolyn Wells
Oft, in the stilly night,
Oft, in the Stilly Night (Scotch Air)
By Thomas Moore
Oh, for a bowl of fat Canary,
Oh, For a Bowl of Fat Canary
By John Lyly
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes!
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes
By Charlotte Smith
Oh, how the hand the lover ought to prize
Oh, How the Hand the Lover Ought to Prize
By Aphra Behn
O what a strange parcel of creatures are we,
On An Unsociable Family
By Elizabeth Hands
On Antiphon Island they lowered
On Antiphon Island
By Nathaniel Mackey
Oh! could I see as thou hast seen,
On Hearing a Description of a Prairie
By Frances Jane Crosby Van Alstyne
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
By John Keats
On the beach at night,
On the Beach at Night
By Walt Whitman
On the beach at night alone,
On the Beach at Night Alone
By Walt Whitman
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee;
On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
By William Wordsworth
On the lawn at the villa—
On the Lawn at the Villa
By Louis Simpson
On the metro, I have to ask a young woman to move the packages beside her to make room for me;
On the Metro
By C. K. Williams
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
On the Seashore
By Rabindranath Tagore
O thou bright jewel in my aim I strive
On Virtue
By Phillis Wheatley
Once we played at love together—
Once We Played
By Mathilde Blind
One angel got it all wrong.
One Angel: Palazzo Arian, at San Raffaele Arcangelo
By Ann Snodgrass
One version of the story is I wish you back—
One Love Story, Eight Takes
By Brenda Shaughnessy
One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
One Sung of thee who Left the Tale Untold
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
One’s-Self I sing, a simple separate person,
One's-Self I Sing
By Walt Whitman
Only a dad with a tired face,
Only a Dad
By Edgar Albert Guest
Open, Time, and let him pass
Open, Time
By Louise Imogen Guiney
Over the honored bones of Boston (resting,
Oracular
By Richard Emil Braun
Of wind, and then no more; it came in the middle of sleep
Orpheus Alone
By Mark Strand
Orpheus with his Lute made Trees,
Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees
By William Shakespeare
On a narrow little street
Our Bungalow
By Ruth Lilly
Our family tree is in the sear
Our Family Tree
By Joseph Cephas Holly
Our fear
Our Fear
By Zbigniew Herbert
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our God, Our Help
By Isaac Watts
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
Our Hired Girl
By James Whitcomb Riley
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
By Walt Whitman
Oh chimes set high on the sunny tower
Over the Roofs
By Sara Teasdale
On a small lake off
Parable of the Swans
By Louise Glück
OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
Paradise Lost: Book I (1674)
By John Milton
Old two-hearted sadness, old blight
Parents
By Robert Wrigley
Once a month
Patience
By Katherine Larson
Oh, to hear the world with such clarity.
Perfect Pitch
By Peter Pereira
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs,
Peripeteia
By Anthony Hecht
One granite ridge
Piute Creek
By Gary Snyder
Our father liked to play a game.
Playing Dead
By Andrew Hudgins
O thy bright eyes must answer now,
Plead for Me
By Emily Jane Brontë
Octopus floating
Poem: Octopus floating . . .
By Bill Knott
Off to myself
Poet on Small Hillside
By Mary Kinzie
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
Prayer
By Jorie Graham
Oh you saints,
Prayer
By Marin Sorescu
On a damp June Saturday, as colorless
Prayer for an Irish Father
By Norman Williams
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk.
Praying Drunk
By Andrew Hudgins
Oh, yes, the rain is sorry. Unfemale, of course, the rain is
Project for a Fainting
By Brenda Shaughnessy
One day the Earth will be
Prophecy
By Jules Supervielle
Out here on Cottage Grove it matters. The galloping
Pyrography
By John Ashbery
Of all the questions you might want to ask
Questions About Angels
By Billy Collins
October, and the leaves turned late but strong.
Raking Near the Great Works
By Megan Grumbling
Out through the fields and the woods
Reluctance
By Robert Frost
On this first dark day of the year
Requiem for the New Year
By Mary Karr
On the phonograph, the voice
Reunion
By Carolyn Forché
On the secret map the assassins
Rivers and Mountains
By John Ashbery
One of them drops radio into hardhat
Ruined Tunnel
By Forrest Gander
On Friday, at twilight of a summer day
Sabbath lie
By Yehuda Amichai
Often visitors there, saddened
Saguaro
By Brenda Hillman
Our ropes are the roots
Sand Flesh and Sky
By Clarence Major
Oh Raphael. Guardian angel. In love and crime
seventh heaven
By Patti Smith
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
Shakespeare
By Matthew Arnold
Oh, but to fade, and live we know not where,
Shakesperian Readings
By Phoebe Cary
Oh! Shepherd John is good and kind,
Shepherd John
By Mary Mapes Dodge
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;
Ships that Pass in the Night
By Paul Laurence Dunbar
Of all the rides since the birth of time,
Skipper Ireson’s Ride
By John Greenleaf Whittier
Out here there are no hearthstones,
Sleep in the Mojave Desert
By Sylvia Plath
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Snow-flakes
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Observe the cautious toadstools
Song
By W. D. Snodgrass
O Love! that stronger art than wine,
Song
By Aphra Behn
Out upon it, I have lov’d
Song: Out upon it, I have lov’d
By Sir John Suckling
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Sonnet CIX: O! never say that I was false of heart
By William Shakespeare
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
Sonnet CXI: O, for my Sake do you with Fortune Chide
By William Shakespeare
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy pow’r
Sonnet CXXVI: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy pow’r
By William Shakespeare
Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white,
Sonnet II: Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white
By Sir John Suckling
O for a muse of fire, a sack of dough,
Sonnet with a Different Letter at the End of Every Line
By George Starbuck
On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose,
Sonnet XCI
By Anna Seward
Out of this roar of innumerable demons
Soweto
By Edward Brathwaite
Old snows locked under glass
Spring Thaw in South Hadley
By Mary Jo Salter
One rusty horseshoe hangs on a nail
Stable
By Claudia Emerson Andrews
Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]
By Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
or maybe not you said
Stargnoc Caz!
By Bernadette Mayer
One died, and the soul was wrenched out
Street Musicians
By John Ashbery
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality
Syringa
By John Ashbery
On land any length of rope that’s hitched
Terms
By Philip Booth
Over the river and through the wood,
Thanksgiving Day
By L. Maria Child
On my desk there is a stone with the word “Amen” on it,
The Amen Stone
By Yehuda Amichai
One by one, like guests at a late party
The Animals are Leaving
By Charles Harper Webb
On the way to the village store
The Argument
By Jane Kenyon
Of all the Girls that are so smart
The Ballad of Sally in our Alley
By Henry Carey
One day the bees start wandering off, no one knows why.
The Bees
By Bruce Mackinnon
Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
The Betrothal
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
One of these days under the white
The Boarding
By Denis Johnson
On the Gilfillan burial day,
The Burial of the Rev. George Gilfillan
By William McGonagall
Our storm is past, and that storm's tyrannous rage,
The Calm
By John Donne
Obscurest night involv'd the sky,
The Castaway
By William Cowper
Ohdammit sez John I’m in trouble
The Chain Letter (An American Tragedy)
By David Lee
O zummer clote! when the brook’s a-glidèn
The Clote (Water-Lily)
By William Barnes
OUR PATRON OF FALLING SHORT,
The Confession of St. Jim-Ralph
By Denis Johnson
O the days gone by! O the days gone by!
The Days Gone By
By James Whitcomb Riley
Our business is with fruit and leaf and bloom;
The Dead
By Don Paterson
Once, years after your death, I dreamt
The Dream
By Irving Feldman
One could never be certain what their crime was,
The Drowning of Immoral Women
By Herbert Morris
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
The Embankment
By T. E. Hulme
One day in that room, a small rat.
The Envoy
By Jane Hirshfield
Once you said joking slyly, If I’m killed
The Faithful
By Jane Cooper
Once it was my brother on
The Figure on the Far Side
By Jane Cooper
O hideous little bat, the size of snot,
The Fly
By Karl Shapiro
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!
The French Revolution as It Appeared to Enthusiasts at Its Commencement
By William Wordsworth
On the long shore, lit by the moon
The Goose Fish
By Howard Nemerov
O thou that swing’st upon the waving hair
The Grasshopper
By Richard Lovelace
On some fundless expedition,
The Heart's Archaeology
By Maudelle Driskell
One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is:
The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell
By Algernon Charles Swinburne
Or will we be lost forever?
The Hills in Half Light
By Patricia Goedicke
Once, on the far blue hills,
The Hills of Youth
By Alfred Noyes
Our clothes are still wet from wading
The Huts at Esquimax
By Norman Dubie
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
The Ivy Green
By Charles Dickens
Outside the hotel window, unenlightened pigeons
The Jain Bird Hospital in Delhi
By William Meredith
O lord, he said, Japanese women,
The Japanese Wife
By Charles Bukowski
One of the objects I've treasured most in my life
The Letter Scale
By Jacques Réda
O white little lights at Carney’s Point,
The Lights at Carney’s Point
By Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
Or mandrake. By the brook
The May Apple
By Cynthia Zarin
O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow’rs
The Morning-Watch
By Henry Vaughan
Oh pile of white shirts who is coming
The Night of the Shirts
By W. S. Merwin
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
The Old Swimmin' Hole
By James Whitcomb Riley
One could
The Pieces That Fall To Earth
By Kay Ryan
Outside the window the McGill smelter
The Planet Krypton
By Lynn Emanuel
Out of the deep and the dark,
The Poet
By Yone Noguchi
Of like importance is the posture too,
The Posture
By Lucretius
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
The Princess: O Swallow
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;
The Raggedy Man
By James Whitcomb Riley
On nights when the moon seems impenetrable—
The Safecracker
By Linda Pastan
Out of the winds' and the waves' riot,
The Sailor's Grave at Clo-oose, V.I.
By Marjorie Pickthall
OK, it's imperishable or a world as Will
The Same Old Jazz
By Philip Whalen
One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths,
The Sense of the Sleight-of-Hand Man
By Wallace Stevens
O Rose, thou art sick!
The Sick Rose
By William Blake
Once again you’ve fallen for the lure
The Smell of Rat Rubs Off
By J. Allyn Rosser
One must have a mind of winter
The Snow Man
By Wallace Stevens
One hand is pointing at the moon,
The Spanish Hour
By J. D. McClatchy
Once I loved a spider
The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly
By Vachel Lindsay
O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods yborn,
The Steel Glass
By George Gascoigne
our suppers stunned on the table
The Stories
By Robin Blaser
on the top shelf
The Things in Black Men’s Closets
By E. Ethelbert Miller
Out of heaven, to bless the high places,
The Trickle-Down Theory of Happiness
By Philip Appleman
On the porch, unbreeched shotgun dangling
The Troubles That Women Start Are Men
By Rodney Jones
one should never play martyr
The Truth Is Laughter 10
By Robin Blaser
One afternoon I said to mummy,
The Tummy Beast
By Roald Dahl
Of the sleeves, I remember their weight, like wet wool,
The Uniform
By Marvin Bell
On the day a fourteen-year-old disappeared in Ojai, California,
The Use of Poetry
By Michael Ryan
O sleepy city of reeling wheelchairs
The Wheelchair Butterfly
By James Tate
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,
The Wood-Pile
By Robert Frost
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
They Feed They Lion
By Philip Levine
O patient shore, that canst not go to meet
Tides
By Helen Hunt Jackson
O, Death! a black and pierceless pall
Time to Come
By Walt Whitman
O little copper ornament,
To a Copper Paper Weight
By Ruth Lilly
On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes,
To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister, and a Child of the Name Avis, Aged One Year
By Phillis Wheatley
O King of terrors, whose unbounded sway
To Death
By Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea
Oft have I thrilled at deeds of high emprise,
To Madame Curie
By Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
Oft, when my lips I open to rehearse
To Shakespeare
By Frances Anne Kemble
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
To Sleep
By John Keats
O Liberty, God-gifted—
To the Bartholdi Statue
By Ambrose Bierce
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
To the Cuckoo
By William Wordsworth
Offshore, the Apocalypse
Torcello
By Catherine Sasanov
of course, I may die in the next ten minutes
Trollius and trellises
By Charles Bukowski
Or gallery. Or strange askew museum. Or painting of a hotel bed
Truth-Taking Stare
By David Wojahn
Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week,
Upon Parson Beanes
By Robert Herrick
On the tallest day in time the dead came back.
V-J Day
By John Ciardi
Once I believed in you; I planted a fig tree.
Vespers ["Once I believed in you..."]
By Louise Glück
One must be brave to live through
Virginity
By Anna Swir
Often the slightest gesture is most telling,
Weighing Light
By Geoffrey Brock
On a backwards-running clock in Lisbon,
What the Stars Meant
By John Koethe
One last time I unlock
Where They Lived
By Marge Saiser
On her 36th birthday, Thomas had shown her
Wingfoot Lake
By Rita Dove
Our oneness is the wrestlers’, fierce and close,
Wrestling
By Louisa S. Bevington
O Friend! I know not which way I must look
Written in London. September, 1802
By William Wordsworth
Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering state
Written on a Wall at Woodstock
By Elizabeth I
Orange gleams athwart a crimson soul
You! Inez!
By Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
Of course they are empty shells, without hope of animation.
Your Clothes
By Judith Kroll
often
[Often when he was advancing]
By Charles Juliet
Old Mother turns blue and from us,
[Old Mother turns blue and from us]
By Lorine Niedecker
Over a cup of coffee or sitting on a park bench or
[Over a cup of coffee]
By Stephen Dobyns
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