- A brackish reach of shoal off Madaket
Robert Lowell - The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket - A cold coming we had of it
TS Eliot - The Journey Of The Magi - A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the
Ted Hughes - Full Moon and Little Frieda - A foot of honour better than I was
William Shakespeare - Bastard to the Time - A little learning is a dangerous thing
Alexander Pope - A Little Learning - A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Roger McGough - First Day At School - A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood
Julia Donaldson - The Gruffalo - A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
WB Yeats - Leda and the Swan - A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
John Keats - Endymion - A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Percy Bysshe Shelley - A widow bird sate mourning for her Love - A woman who my mother knows Came in and took off all her clothes
Roald Dahl - Hot and Cold - A woman's skin was a map of the town
Carol Ann Duffy - The Map-Woman - Abortions will not let you forget
Gwendolyn Brooks - The Mother - Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
James Leigh Hunt - Abou Ben Adhem - About suffering they were never wrong
WH Auden - Musee des Beaux Arts - After great pain a formal feeling comes
Emily Dickinson - After Great Pain - After the pantomime, carrying you back to the car
Roger McGough - Cinders - All day, day after day, theyre bringing them home,
Bruce Dawe - Homecoming - All the world's a stage
William Shakespeare - All the worlds a stage - All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Seamus Heaney - Death of a Naturalist - Alone at the shut of the day was I
Kenneth H Ashley - Out of Work - Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French?
Frank O'Hara - Meditations in an Emergency - Am lean against Am the heavy hour
Lucie Brock-Broido - Am Moor - America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
Allen Ginsberg - America - Among twenty snowy mountains
Wallace Stevens - Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird - And after noon the well-dressed creatures come
Harold Pinter - After Lunch - And after this quick bash in the dark
Brian Patten - Portrait of a Young Girl Raped at a Suburban Party - And at times, didnt the whole country try to break his skin?
John Murillo - A Refusal to Mourn the Deaths by Gunfire of Three Men in Brooklyn - And death shall have no dominion
Dylan Thomas - And death shall have no dominion - And did those feet in ancient time
William Blake - And did those Feet in Ancient Time - And when I say eyes right I want to hear
Bruce Dawe - Weapons Training - and you talk on tiptoe
Roger McGough - Comeclose and Sleepnow - And, like a dying lady lean and pale
Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Moon - April is the cruellest month, breeding
TS Eliot - The Waste Land - Are you alive?
Hilda Doolittle - The Pool - Are you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark?
TS Eliot - Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats - Argonauts. That is plenty. Cunning saxon symbol. Symbol of beauty.
Gertrude Stein - Sacred Emily - Art thou pale for weariness
Percy Bysshe Shelley - Art Thou Pale for Weariness - As I drive to the junction of lane and highway
Thomas Hardy - At Castle Boterel - As I walked out one evening
WH Auden - As I Walked Out One Evening - As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
John Ashbery - Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror - At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle
Wendy Cope - A Christmas Poem - At Woodlawn I Heard the dead cry
Theodore Roethke - The Lost Son - Baby, give me just one more hiss
Kevin Young - Errata - Back out of all this now too much for us
Robert Frost - Directive - Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvry Tay!
William McGonagall - The Tay Bridge Disaster - Beautiful silvery Tay
William McGonagall - A Descriptive Poem on the Silvery Tay - Because I could not stop for Death
Emily Dickinson - Because I could not stop for death - Because it used to be more populous in Illinois
Carrie Etter - Karner Blue - Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode
GK Chesterton - The Rolling English Road - Before you know what kindness really is
Naomi Shihab Nye - Kindness - Being your slave, what should I do but tend
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 57 - Bent double, like old beggars under sacks
Wilfred Owen - Dulce Et Decorum Est - Between my finger and my thumb
Seamus Heaney - Digging - Between the dark and the daylight
HW Longfellow - The Childrens hour - Between the Gardening and the Cookery
Kingsley Amis - Something Nasty In The Bookshop - Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Sylvia Plath - Crossing The Water - Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears
John Donne - Twickenham Garden - Bloody men are like bloody buses
Wendy Cope - Bloody Men - Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Edwin Markham - The Man with the Hoe - Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
John Keats - Bright Star - Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones
TS Eliot - Bustopher Jones - By the rude bridge that arched the flood
Ralph Waldo Emerson - Concord Hymn - Call the roller of big cigars
Wallace Stevens - The Emperor of Ice-cream - Can I come in? I saw you slip away
Michael Donaghy - Black Ice and Rain - Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
Craig Raine - A Martian Sends A Postcard Home - Chaos ruled OK in the classroom
Roger McGough - The Lesson - Children are dumb to say how hot the day is
Robert Graves - The Cool Web - Clouded with snow
Walter de la Mare - Winter - Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Sylvia Plath - You're - Come gather 'round people
Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Come live with me and be my love
Christopher Marlowe - The Passionate Shepherd to His Love - Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart
Paul Laurence Dunbar - My Little March Girl - Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough
John Betjeman - Slough - Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy
John Donne - To His Mistress Going to Bed - Come, my tan-faced children
Walt Whitman - Pioneers O Pioneers - Come, you masters of war
Bob Dylan - Masters of War - Coming up England by a different line
Philip Larkin - I Remember, I Remember - Daybreak: the household slept
Gwen Harwood - Barn Owl - Death is the twin of Sleep, they say
Robert Graves - The Twin of Sleep - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
John Donne - Holy Sonnet 10, Death, Be Not Proud - Deep in the winter plain, two armies
Stephen Spender - Two Armies - Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone?
Denise Levertov - What Were They Like? - Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night - Do not stand at my grave and weep
Clare Harner - Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?
Hilaire Belloc - Tarantella - Down on her hands and knees
Liz Lochhead - A New View of Scotland Love Poem - Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved
Edward Thomas - The Owl - Driving along the motorway
Helen Dunmore - Glad of These Times - Each lover has a theory of his own
WH Auden - Alone - Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
Bob Dylan - Tangled up in Blue - Earth has not anything to show more fair
William Wordsworth - Upon Westminster Bridge - Edmonton, thy cemetery
Stevie Smith - Edmonton, thy cemetery... - England, unlike junior nations
Adrian Mitchell - Remember Suez? - Ensanguining the skies
AE Housman - The Remorseful Day - Even so distant, I can taste the grief
Philip Larkin - Deceptions - Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Sylvia Plath - Poppies in October - Evening falls between the trees
Michael Rosen - London Fields - Every morning when I wake
Dylan Thomas - From 'Under Milk Wood' - Everyone suddenly burst out singing
Siegfried Sassoon - Everyone Sang - Everything changes. We plant
Cicely Herbert - Everything Changes - ext to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress
Carol Ann Duffy - Warming Her Pearls - Eye halve a spelling chequer
Anon - Eye Halve a Spelling Chequer - Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face
Robert Burns - Address to a Haggis - Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy
Ben Jonson - On My First Son - Farm boys wild to couple
James Dickey - The Sheep-Child - Faster than fairies, faster than witches
Robert Louis Stevenson - From a Railway Carriage - First having read the book of myths
Adrienne Rich - Diving into the Wreck - First, are you our sort of a person?
Sylvia Plath - The Applicant - Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Walt Whitman - Crossing Brooklyn Ferry - For the present there is just one moon
Michael Donaghy - The Present - Forgive me that I pitch your praise too low
John Wain - Apology for Understatement - Four weeks have passed since I left, and still
Natasha Trethewey - Letter Home - From breakfast on through all the day
Robert Louis Stevenson - The Land of Nod - From childhoods hour I have not been
Edgar Allan Poe - Alone - From far, from eve and morning
AE Housman - From far, from eve and morning - From my mother's sleep I fell into the State
Randall Jarrell - The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner - From the dull confines of the drooping West
Robert Herrick - His Return to London - From the top, then, the zenith
Don Paterson - Nil-Nil - From time to time our love is like a sail
Alice Oswald - Wedding - Gaily into Ruislip Gardens
John Betjeman - Middlesex - Gate-crashing ghost, aggressive
WH Auden - Loneliness - Gather ye rose-buds while ye may
Robert Herrick - Counsel To Girls (To Virgins, To Make Much of Time) - Get all of it. set up the shots
Heather McHugh - Webcam the World - Girls are simply the prettiest things
Roger McGough - My cat and i - Glory be to God for dappled things
Gerard Manley Hopkins - Pied Beauty - go and glimpse the lovely inattentive water
Alice Oswald - Another Westminster Bridge - Go hang yourself, you old M.D.
Ogden Nash - Common Cold - Golden slumbers kiss your eyes
Thomas Dekker - Golden Slumbers - Good morning; good morning the General said
Siegfried Sassoon - The General - Green is the plane-tree in the square
Amy Levy - A London PlaneTree - Green, blue, yellow and red
Patrick Kavanagh - The One - Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
WB Yeats - He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven - Had we but world enough, and time
Andrew Marvell - To His Coy Mistress - Half a league, half a league
Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Charge of the Light Brigade - He did not wear his scarlet coat
Oscar Wilde - The Ballad of Reading Gaol - He disappeared in the dead of winter
WH Auden - In Memory of WB Yeats - He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped
Siegfried Sassoon - The Death Bed - He has a turtle and she has a shell
Mark Leidner - Romantic Comedies - He loved her and she loved him
Ted Hughes - Lovesong - He sipped at a weak hock and seltzer
John Betjeman - The Arrest of Oscar Wilde at the Cadogan Hotel - He wants to be, he wants to be, with everything under the sun
WH Auden - Legend - He would drink by himself
Seamus Heaney - Casualty - Helen, thy beauty is to me,
Edgar Allan Poe - To Helen - Her father embarked at sunrise
Beatrice Garland - Kamikaze - Here among long-discarded cassocks
John Betjeman - Diary of a Church Mouse - Here, where the world is quiet
Algernon Charles Swinburne - The Garden of Proserpine - Hog Butcher for the World
Carl Sandburg - Chicago - Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson - Hope is the thing with feathers - Hours before dawn we were woken by the quake
William Empson - Aubade - How can I, that girl standing there
WB Yeats - Politics - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - How Do I Love Thee - How doth the little crocodile
Lewis Carroll - The Crocodile - How like her! But 'tis she herself
Amy Levy - In the Mile End Road - How many roads must a man walk down
Bob Dylan - Blowin' in the Wind - How many years ago now
Fleur Adcock - Dragon Talk - However it is we return to the water's edge
Carol Ann Duffy - North-West - Huddled on the floor, the afterbirth,
Ted Hughes - The Afterbirth - I am back from up the country very sorry that I went
Henry Lawson - Up the Country - I am in need of music that would flow
Elizabeth Bishop - I Am In Need Of Music - I am not yet born; O hear me.
Louis MacNeice - Prayer before Birth - I am spending my time imagining the worst that could happen
Jackie Kay - Dusting the Phone - I built her a tower when I was young
John Robinson Jeffers - For Una - I can't sleep in case a few things you said
Alice Oswald - Sonnet - i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
ee cummings - i carry your heart with me - I caught this morning morning's minion, king
Gerard Manley Hopkins - The Windhover - I celebrate myself, and sing myself
Walt Whitman - Song of Myself - I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark
Ted Hughes - The Horses - I come from haunts of coot and hern
Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Brook - I could not dig: I dared not to rob:
Rudyard Kipling - A Dead Statesman - from 'Epitaphs of the War. 1914-18' - I could pick anything and think of you
Rita Dove - Cozy Apologia - I couldn't do it again, I can hardly bear to look at it
Louise Glück - The Garden - I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Pablo Neruda - Love Sonnet XI - I decide to do it free, without a rope or net
Andrew Waterhouse - Climbing My Grandfather - I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river
TS Eliot - The Dry Salvages - I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Patrick Kavanagh - In Memory Of My Mother - i feel like a priest
Roger McGough - Vinegar - I had over-prepared the event
Ezra Pound - Villanelle: The Psychological Hour - I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Banjo Paterson - Clancy of the Overflow - I have a bone to pick with Fate
Ogden Nash - Lines On Facing Forty - I have a gentil cock
Anon - I have a Gentil Cock - I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
Robert Louis Stevenson - My Shadow - I have a rendezvous with Death
Alan Seeger - I Have a Rendezvous with Death - I have been so great a lover: filled my days
Rupert Brooke - The Great Lover - I have done it again.
Sylvia Plath - Lady Lazarus - I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
William Carlos Williams - This Is Just to Say - I have met them at close of day
WB Yeats - Easter 1916 - I have not bummed across America
Simon Armitage - It Ain't What You Do, It's What It Does To You - I have reached a time when words no longer
Thom Gunn - For a Birthday - I held a poor opinion of myself
Robert Graves - My Ghost - I kept my answers small and kept them near
Elizabeth Jennings - Answers - I knew a simple soldier boy
Siegfried Sassoon - Suicide in the Trenches - I knew a woman, lovely in her bones
Theodore Roethke - I Knew A Woman - I know a funny little man
Anon - Mr Nobody - I know that I shall meet my fate
WB Yeats - An Irish Airman forsees his Death - I leant upon a coppice gate
Thomas Hardy - The Darkling Thrush - I look into my glass
Thomas Hardy - I Look Into My Glass - I love all films that start with rain
Don Paterson - Rain - I love to see the old heath's withered brake
John Clare - Emmonsail's Heath in Winter - I met a traveler from an antique land
Percy Bysshe Shelley - Ozymandias - I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky
John Masefield - Sea-Fever - I never saw a wild thing
DH Lawrence - Self-Pity - I placed a jar in Tennessee
Wallace Stevens - Anecdote of the Jar - I remember, I remember
Thomas Hood - I Remember, I Remember - I run just one ov my daddy's shops
Daljit Nagra - Singh Song - I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Seamus Heaney - Mid-Term Break - I saw a jolly hunter
Charles Causley - I Saw a Jolly Hunter - I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Allen Ginsberg - Howl - I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
Sylvia Plath - Mad Girls Love Song - I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street
WH Auden - September 1, 1939 - I sit on a hard bench in the park
Vernon Scannell - Spot-check at Fifty - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he
Robert Browning - How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix - i stand on the sacrifices of a million women before me
Rupi Kaur - legacy - I tend the mobile now like an injured bird
Carol Ann Duffy - Text - I think at night my hands are mad
Laurie Lee - At Night - I think of thee! - my thoughts do twine and bud
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet 29 - I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
Joyce Kilmer - Trees - I thought of you tonight, a leanbh, lying there in your long barrow
Paul Muldoon - Incantata - I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle
Marianne Moore - Poetry - I wad ha'e gi'en him my lips tae kiss
Marion Angus - Mary's Song - I walk down the garden-paths
Amy Lowell - Patterns - I wander thro' each charter'd street
William Blake - London - I wandered lonely as a cloud
William Wordsworth - Daffodils - I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
John Cooper Clarke - I wanna be Yours - I was angry with my friend
William Blake - A Poison Tree - I was falling helpless in a shower of waste
Thomas Kinsella - Free Fall - I was walking in a government warehouse
Adrian Mitchell - Fifteen Million Plastic Bags - I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer
Rudyard Kipling - Tommy - I went out to the hazel wood
WB Yeats - The Song of Wandering Aengus - I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
WB Yeats - The Lake Isle of Innisfree - I wish I had the voice of Homer
JBS Haldane - Cancer's a Funny Thing - I wonder will I speak to the girl
Hugo Williams - Toilet - I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
John Donne - The Good-Morrow - I work all day, and get half-drunk at night
Philip Larkin - Aubade - I'm nobody! Who are you?
Emily Dickinson - I'm Nobody, Who are you? - I'm ten years away from the corner you laugh on
Carol Ann Duffy - Before You Were Mine - I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme
Hilaire Belloc - Fatigue - I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
Langston Hughes - The Negro Speaks of Rivers - I(a leaf falls)oneliness
ee cummings - la - I, too, sing America
Langston Hughes - I, Too, Sing America - Iago Prytherch his name, though, be it allowed
RS Thomas - A Peasant - If ever two were one, then surely we
Anne Bradstreet - To My Dear and Loving Husband - If I should die, think only this of me
Rupert Brooke - The Soldier - If poetry could tell it backwards, true, begin
Carol Ann Duffy - Last Post - If poets die young
Janet Frame - Poets - If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - If Thou Must Love Me - If you can keep your head when all about you
Rudyard Kipling - If - If you can keep your money when governments about you
Benjamin Zephaniah - What If - In a dream I meet
Wendell Berry - A Meeting - In a solitude of the sea
Thomas Hardy - The Convergence of the Twain - In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig
Roald Dahl - The Pig - In February, digging his garden, planting potatoes
Maura Dooley - Letters from Yorkshire - In Flanders fields the poppies blow
John McCrae - In Flanders Fields - In his dark room he is finally alone
Carol Ann Duffy - War Photographer - In my craft or sullen art
Dylan Thomas - In my Craft or Sullen Art - In my wheelchair in the Virgin lounge at Vieuxfort
Derek Walcott - Sixty Years After - In silence and tears
Lord Byron - When We Two Parted - In the gloom of whiteness
Edward Thomas - Snow - In the greyness and drizzle of one despondent dawn
Chinua Achebe - Vultures - In the way that most of the wind
Paul Muldoon - Wind and Tree - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Kubla Khan - Insomniac since four, hearing this narrow
Derek Walcott - Nearing Forty - Into my heart an air that kills
AE Housman - Into My Heart an Air that Kills - Into the wood the old king went
Conrad Aiken - Ballad - is the same as ours, but different
Helen Dunmore - Next Door - Is there anybody there? said the Traveller
Walter De La Mare - The Listeners - Is there, for honest poverty
Robert Burns - Is There, for Honest Poverty - It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
Rudyard Kipling - Dane-geld - It is an ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge - The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day
Cecil Day-Lewis - Walking Away - It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk
Francis Thompson - At Lord's - It is not the moon, I tell you
Louise Glück - Mock Orange - It is the pain, it is the pain endures
William Empson - Villanelle - It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange
William Empson - Let It Go - It little profits that an idle king
Alfred Lord Tennyson - Ulysses - it may not always be so; and i say
ee cummings - it may not always be so - It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Wilfred Owen - Strange Meeting - It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet
Alastair Reid - Scotland - It was many and many a year ago
Edgar Allan Poe - Annabel Lee - It was not dying: everybody died
Randall Jarrell - Losses - It was not meant to hurt
Ted Hughes - A Short Film - It was taken some time ago
Margaret Atwood - This Is A Photograph Of Me - It's all I have to bring today
Emily Dickinson - It's all I have to bring today - It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw
Louis MacNeice - Bagpipe Music - James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree
AA Milne - Disobedience - Jenny kiss'd me when we met
James Leigh Hunt - Jenny Kissed Me - Jesus, Estrella, Esperanza
Robert Hayden - Middle Passage - jollymerry hollyberry jollybelly merryholly
Edwin Morgan - The Computers First Christmas Card - Last night in London Airport
Christopher Logue - London Airport - Late August, given heavy rain and sun
Seamus Heaney - Blackberry Picking - Lay your sleeping head, my love
WH Auden - Lullaby - Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Patrick Kavanagh - Canal Bank Walk - Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
Pablo Neruda - Leaning Into The Afternoons - Let me die a youngman's death
Roger McGough - Let Me Die A Youngman's Death - Let me not to the marriage of true minds
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 116 - Let me take this other glove off
John Betjeman - In Westminster Abbey - Let us go then, you and I
TS Eliot - The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock - Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed
Robert Herrick - To Sylvia To Wed - Life is a broken-winged bird
Langston Hughes - Dreams - Listen, my children, and you shall hear
HW Longfellow - Paul Revere's Ride - Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed
AA Milne - Vespers - ln the arid sun, over the field
Margaret Atwood - Crow Song - London, thou art of townes A per se
William Dunbar - In Honour of the City of London - Long walks at night, that's what good for the soul
Charles Bukowski - And The Moon And The Stars And The World - Look sir, my hands are steady now, My brain a cloudless day
Ian Hamilton - Prayer - Love is like the wild rose-briar
Emily Bronte - Love and Friendship - Love set you going like a fat gold watch
Sylvia Plath - Morning Song - Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Robert Graves - Love Without Hope - Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw
TS Eliot - Macavity, The Mystery Cat - Make no mistake: he is dead. He does not sleep
James Graham - On the death of a soldier - Mark but this flea, and mark in this
John Donne - The Flea - Mary stood in the kitchen
Charles Causley - Ballad of the Breadman - Matilda told such Dreadful Lies
Hilaire Belloc - Matilda - may i feel said he
ee cummings - may i feel said he - Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Edwin Arlington Robinson - Miniver Cheevy - Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn
John Betjeman - A Subalterns Love Song - More than a catbird hates a cat
Ogden Nash - To My Valentine - Mornings, wed find salmon bagels from Brick Lane
Hannah Lowe - Love - Mostly feeling pity
Anne Stevenson - On the 1714 out of Newcastle - Mother, any distance greater than a single span
Simon Armitage - Mother, any distance greater than a single span - Move him into the sun
Wilfred Owen - Futility - Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold
John Keats - On First Looking into Chapman's Homer - Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay
Monty Python - Horace - Much wine had passed, with grave discourse
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester - A Ramble in St. James's Park - My candle burns at both ends;
Edna St Vincent Millay - First Fig - My daughter spreads her legs to find her vagina
Rita Dove - After Reading Mickey in the Night Kitchen for the Third Time Before Bed - My father worked with a horse-plough
Seamus Heaney - Follower - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
John Keats - Ode to a Nightingale - My heart has made its mind up
Wendy Cope - Valentine - My heart is like a singing bird
Christina Rossetti - A Birthday - MY heart leaps up when I behold
William Wordsworth - My heart Leaps Up When I Behold - My last defense Is the present tense
Gwendolyn Brooks - Old Mary - My Love is of a birth as rare
Andrew Marvell - The Definition of Love - My luminary, my morning and evening
RS Thomas - Luminary - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 130 - My mother's old leather handbag
Ruth Fainlight - Handbag - My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
Chidiock Tichborne - Elegy - Never until the mankind making
Dylan Thomas - A Refusal to Mourn the Death by Fire of a Child in London - No argument, no anger, no remorse
Robert Graves - Hedges Freaked with Snow - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day
Thomas Hood - November - No man is an island
John Donne - No Man Is An Island - No man is an island, entire of itself
John Donne - No Man is an Island - No more with overflowing light
Edwin Arlington Robinson - For a Dead Lady - No night could be darker than this night
Laurie Lee - Twelfth Night - No one can tell me
AA Milne - Wind on the Hill - no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark
Warsan Shire - Home - Nobody heard him, the dead man
Stevie Smith - Not Waving But Drowning - Not a red rose or a satin heart.
Carol Ann Duffy - Valentine - Not every man has gentians in his house
DH Lawrence - Bavarian Gentians - Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
Emma Lazarus - The New Colossus - Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame
John McCrae - The Unconquered Dead - November 63: eight months in London.
Fleur Adcock - Immigrant - Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
Dylan Thomas - Fern Hill - Now is the time for the burning of the leaves
Laurence Binyon - The Burning Of The Leaves - Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Harold Monro - Overheard on a Saltmarsh - O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack
Walt Whitman - O Captain My Captain - O Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Thomas Hardy - The Ruined Maid - O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
William Shakespeare - Feste's Song - O my Luve's like a red, red rose
Robert Burns - A Red, Red Rose - O my Luve's like a red, red rose
Robert Burns - To a Mouse - O Rose thou art sick
William Blake - The Sick Rose - O stony grey soil of Monaghan
Patrick Kavanagh - Stony Grey Soil - O tell me what was on yer road, ye roarin' norlan' Wind
Violet Jacob - The Wild Geese - O to be in England now that April 's there
Robert Browning - Home Thoughts, From Abroad - O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
John Keats - La Belle Dame sans Merci A Ballad - O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Frances Cornford - To A Fat Lady Seen From A Train - O young Lochinvar is come out of the west
Sir Walter Scott - Lochinvar - oa! hoy! awe! ba! mey!
Edwin Morgan - Canedolia - Of asphodel, that greeny flower
William Carlos Williams - Asphodel, That Greeny Flower - Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
John Gillespie Magee - High Flight - Old photographs would have her bookish, sitting
Paul Muldoon - Ma - On another occasion, we got sent out
Simon Armitage - Remains - On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye
Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Lady of Shalott - On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong!
Spike Milligan - On The Ning Nang Nong - On the shores of Gitche Gumee
HW Longfellow - The Song of Hiawatha - On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble
AE Housman - On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble - Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Banjo Paterson - Waltzing Matilda - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven - Once upon a time, son
Gabriel Okara - Once Upon a Time - One by one they appear in
Thom Gunn - My Sad Captains - One must have a mind of winter
Wallace Stevens - The Snow Man - One summer evening (led by her) I found
William Wordsworth - Extract from The Prelude - One wet, early evening in the sheep-shearing season
Hugh MacDiarmid - The Watergaw - Only a man harrowing clods
Thomas Hardy - In Time of 'The Breaking of Nations' - Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming
Robert Lowell - Memories of West Street and Lepke - Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive
Wilfred Owen - Exposure - Our England is a garden that is full of stately views
Rudyard Kipling - The Glory of the Garden - Out of the night that covers me
William Ernest Henley - Invictus - Over hill, over dale
William Shakespeare - A Fairy Song - Paper that lets the light
Imtiaz Dharker - Tissue - Please Mrs Butler
Allan Ahlberg - Please Mrs Butler - Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
Maya Angelou - Phenomenal Woman - Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir
John Masefield - Cargoes - Remember me when I am gone away
Christina Rossetti - Remember - Ripeness is all; her in her cooling planet
William Empson - To an Old Lady - Scarcely a street, too few houses
RS Thomas - The Village - Scarcely two hours back in the country
Fleur Adcock - Londoner - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
John Keats - To Autumn - See, they return, ah, see the tentative
Ezra Pound - The Return - Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye
Charlotte Mew - A Quoi Bon Dire - Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three
Philip Larkin - Annus Mirabilis - Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall
Maya Angelou - Life Doesn't Frighten Me - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18 (Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?) - She looked over his shoulder
WH Auden - The Shield of Achilles - She pressed her lips to mind
Stephen Dunn - The Kiss - She sang beyond the genius of the sea
Wallace Stevens - The Idea of Order at Key West - She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Gwen Harwood - In the Park - She sits in the tawny vapour
Thomas Hardy - A Wife In London - She taught me from scratch to Bach
Roderick Benziger - Piano Lessons - She tells her love while half asleep
Robert Graves - She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep - She walks as lightly as the fly
William Henry Davies - Charms - She walks in beauty, like the night
Lord Byron - She Walks In Beauty - Side by side, their faces blurred
Philip Larkin - An Arundel Tomb - since feeling is first
ee cummings - since feeling is first - Sixteen years
Bob Dylan - Changing of the Guards - Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills
William Empson - Missing Dates - Smiling is infectious
Spike Milligan - Smile - So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went
Wilfred Owen - Parable of the Old Man and the Young - So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Alfred Lord Tennyson - Morte d'Arthur - so much depends upon a red wheel barrow
William Carlos Williams - The Red Wheelbarrow - So we must part, my body, you and I
William Cosmo Monkhouse - Any Soul to Any Body - So, we'll go no more a roving
Lord Byron - So We'll Go No More A Roving - So-Kin of Rakuho, ancient friend, I now remember
Ezra Pound - Exile's Letter - Some say the world will end in fire
Robert Frost - Fire and Ice - Something has ceased to come along with me
John Silkin - Death of a Son - Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years
Sheenagh Pugh - Sometimes - somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
ee cummings - somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond - Standing its ground on the hill, as if it could hide
Simon Armitage - The Fox - Stasis in darkness
Sylvia Plath - Ariel - Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
WH Auden - Funeral Blues - Strange room, from this angle
Fleur Adcock - The Soho Hospital for Woman - Suddenly he awoke and was running - raw
Ted Hughes - Bayonet Charge - Suddenly his mouth filled with sand
Charles Causley - Death of a Poet - Sundays too my father got up early
Robert Hayden - Those Winter Sundays - Sunset and evening star,
Alfred Lord Tennyson - Crossing the Bar - Take some Picts, Celts and Silures And let them settle
Benjamin Zephaniah - The British - Take this kiss upon the brow!
Edgar Allan Poe - A Dream Within a Dream - Tell me not here, it needs not saying
AE Housman - Last Poems: XL - Tell me not, in mournful numbers
HW Longfellow - A Psalm of Life - Tenuous and Precarious
Stevie Smith - Tenuous and Precarious - Thank the stars there's a day
Rita Dove - Fox Trot Fridays - That is no country for old men. The young
WB Yeats - Sailing to Byzantium - That time of year thou mayst in me behold
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 73 - That Whitsun, I was late getting away
Philip Larkin - Whitsun Weddings - That's my last Duchess painted on the wall
Robert Browning - My Last Duchess - The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Ezra Pound - In a Station of the Metro - The art of losing isn't hard to master
Elizabeth Bishop - One Art - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
Lord Byron - The Destruction of Sennacherib - The badger grunting on his woodland track
John Clare - Badger - The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Hart Crane - The Broken Tower - The bells of waiting Advent ring
John Betjeman - Christmas - The black vagabond cat
Ted Hughes - View of a Pig - The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows
Thom Gunn - On The Move - The boy stood on the burning deck
Felicia Hemans - Casabianca - The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
Robert Frost - Out Out - The clouds had given their all
Owen Sheers - Winter Swans - The crocodile, with cunning smile, sat in the dentist's chair
Roald Dahl - The Dentist and the Crocodile - The crowd at the ball game
William Carlos Williams - The Crowd at the Ball Game - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
Thomas Gray - Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard - The darkness crumbles away
Isaac Rosenberg - Break of Day in the Trenches - The day he moved out was terrible
Wendy Cope - Loss - The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill
Audre Lorde - Power - The end of the affair is always death.
Anne Sexton - The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator - The eyeless labourer in the night,
Judith Wright - Woman to Man - The eyes open to a cry of pulleys
Richard Wilbur - Love Calls Us to the Things of This World - The fire in leaf and grass
Denise Levertov - Living - The fog comes on little cat feet
Carl Sandburg - Fog - The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Dylan Thomas - The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower - The fountains mingle with the river
Percy Bysshe Shelley - Love's Philosophy - The fox fled over the fields away from the farm
Carol Ann Duffy - F for Fox - The free bird leaps
Maya Angelou - I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings - The Frost performs its secret ministry
Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Frost at Midnight - The glass sweats out and
JH Prynne - Nibble Song - The glories of our blood and state
James Shirley - Death the Leveller - The growing idleness of summer grass
Derek Walcott - A Lesson for this Sunday - The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast
Maya Angelou - Come and be my baby - The instructor said
Langston Hughes - Theme for English B - The kind old face, the egg-shaped head
John Betjeman - On a Portrait of a Deaf Man - The King asked The Queen, and The Queen asked The Dairymaid
AA Milne - The King's Breakfast - The king sits in Dunfermline town
Anon - Sir Patrick Spens - The love of field and coppice
Dorothea Mackellar - My Country - The milky way she walks around
John Cooper Clarke - (I Married A) Monster From Outer Space - The most important thing we've learned
Roald Dahl - Television - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ
Edward Fitzgerald - The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Stanza 51 - The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
Billy Collins - Another Reason Why I Dont Keep A Gun In The House - The noble horse with courage in his eye
Keith Douglas - Aristocrats: I think I am becoming a God - The old South Boston Aquarium stands
Robert Lowell - For the Union Dead - The other day all thirty shillings' worth
Tony Harrison - Thomas Campey and the Copernican System - The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
Edward Lear - The Owl and the Pussy-Cat - The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Chinedu Dike - Mandela, The Immortal Icon - The people upstairs all practise ballet
Ogden Nash - The People Upstairs - The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Isaac Rosenberg - Dead Man's Dump - The Pobble who has no toes
Edward Lear - The Pobble Who Has No Toes - The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley
Seamus Heaney - Requiem for the Croppies - The rain of London pimples
Louis MacNeice - London Rain - The rain set early in to-night
Robert Browning - Porphyria's Lover - The rape joke is that you were 19 years old
Patricia Lockwood - Rape Joke - The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Louis MacNeice - Snow - The school-bell is a call to battle
Imtiaz Dharker - A century later - The sea is calm to-night.
Matthew Arnold - Dover Beach - The sloe was lost in flower
AE Housman - The sloe was lost in flower - The spirit is too blunt an instrument
Anne Stevenson - The Spirit is too Blunt an Instrument - The straggled soldier halted - stared at Him - Then clumsily dumped down upon his knees, Gasping
Siegfried Sassoon - Christ And The Soldier - The Strand is beautiful with buses
Richard Percival Lister - Buses in the Strand - the sun did not shine.
Dr Seuss - The Cat in the Hat - The sun was shining on the sea
Lewis Carroll - Walrus and the Carpenter - The sunlight on the garden
Louis MacNeice - The Sunlight on the Garden - The things about you I appreciate
John Fuller - Valentine - The time will come
Derek Walcott - Love After Love - The trees are coming into leaf
Philip Larkin - Trees - The whiskey on your breath
Theodore Roethke - My Papa's Waltz - The widest prairies have electric fences
Philip Larkin - Wires - The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
Alfred Noyes - The Highwayman - The winter evening settles down
TS Eliot - Preludes - The woman is perfected
Sylvia Plath - Edge - The world is too much with us; late and soon
William Wordsworth - The World Is Too Much with Us - The world may never notice
Anon - Little Snowdrop - Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her
Scott Fitzgerald - Then wear the gold hat - There are holes in the sky.
Spike Milligan - Rain - There are just not enough
Imtiaz Dharker - Living Space - There are lots and lots of people who are always asking things
AA Milne - The Friend - There are nights that are so still
RS Thomas - The Other - There are so many roots to the tree of anger
Audre Lorde - Who Said It Was Simple - There in the attic of forgotten shapes
AE Stallings - The Doll House - There is a garden in her face
Thomas Campion - There Is A Garden In Her Face - There is a place where the sidewalk ends
Shel Silverstein - Where the Sidewalk Ends - There is a supreme God in the ethnological section
William Empson - Homage to the British Museum - There is wind where the rose was
Walter de la Mare - Autumn - There lived a sage in days of yore
William Makepeace Thackeray - A Tragic Story - There once was a country... I left it as a child
Carol Rumens - The Emigree - There was a young lady from Hyde
Anon - There was a young lady from Hyde - There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
Banjo Paterson - The Man from Snowy River - There were never strawberries
Edwin Morgan - Strawberries - There's a book called "A Dictionary of Angels."
Charles Simic - In the Library - There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire
Shel Silverstein - Bear In There - these hips are big hips
Lucille Clifton - homage to my hips - These, in the day when heaven was falling
AE Housman - Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries - They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock
Charles Causley - Eden Rock - They bide their time of serpentine
John Ormond - Ancient Monuments - They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair
Gwendolyn Brooks - The Bean Eaters - They fuck you up, your mum and dad
Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse - They have watered the street
Amy Lowell - A London Thoroughfare 2 AM - They shut the road through the woods
Rudyard Kipling - The Way Through the Woods - They sing their dearest songs
Thomas Hardy - During Wind and Rain - They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Thomas Hardy - Drummer Hodge - They told to Marie Antoinette
Robert Service - Marie Antoinette - They went to sea in a Sieve, they did
Edward Lear - The Jumblies - They won't let railways alone, those yellow
Anne Stevenson - Ragwort - This house has been far out at sea all night
Ted Hughes - Wind - This is the night mail crossing the Border
WH Auden - Night Mail - This is the world we wanted
Louise Glück - Gretel in Darkness - This rose-tree is not made to bear
Mary Lamb - Envy - Those long uneven lines
Philip Larkin - MCMXIV - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness
John Keats - Ode on a Grecian Urn - Though my mother was already two years dead
Tony Harrison - Long Distance II - Three blind men outside an Indian restaurant.
Christopher Logue - Friday, Wet dusk - Three days before Armistice Sunday
Jane Weir - Poppies - Three score and ten is it, says Jahweh
David Hare - Seventy - Three summers since I chose a maid
Charlotte Mew - The Farmer's Bride - Tiger, tiger, burning bright
William Blake - The Tyger - Till death have broken
Algernon Charles Swinburne - Anima Anceps - Time will say nothing but I told you so
WH Auden - If I Could Tell You - Time, the deer, is in the Wood of Hallaig.
Sorley Maclean - Hallaig - To begin at the beginning
Dylan Thomas - Under Milk Wood - To climb these stairs again, bearing a tray,
Douglas Dunn - The Kaleidoscope - To think that, as a boy of thirteen, I would grapple
Paul Muldoon - Pineapples and Pomegranates - To you who'd read my songs of War
Robert Graves - A Dead Boche - Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday
Henry Reed - Lessons of the War - Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
William Shakespeare - Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow - Tonight there's a crowd in my head
Helen Dunmore - All The Things You Are Not Yet - Traveling through the dark I found a deer
William E Stafford - Traveling through the Dark - Tree at my window, window tree
Robert Frost - Tree at my window - Turnham Green and Camden Town
John Hegley - Thankyou London Underground - Turning and turning in the widening gyre
WB Yeats - The Second Coming - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Lewis Carroll - Jabberwocky - Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night
Edgar Allan Poe - Evening Star - Twas the night before Christmas
Clement Clarke Moore - The Night Before Christmas - Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee
John Donne - Air and Angels - Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken - Under the hive-like dome the stooping haunted readers
Louis MacNeice - The British Museum Reading Room - Under the wide and starry sky
Robert Louis Stevenson - Requiem - Up in the Morning Early
Robert Burns - Up in the Morning Early - Very small and damaged and quite dry
Alice Oswald - Dunt: a poem for a dried up river - wade through black jade
Marianne Moore - The Fish - We are prepared: we build our houses squat
Seamus Heaney - Storm on the Island - We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men
TS Eliot - The Hollow Men - we had goldfish and they circled around and around
Charles Bukowski - A Smile To Remember - We real cool. We Left school. We
Gwendolyn Brooks - We Real Cool - We stood by a pond that winter day
Thomas Hardy - Neutral Tones - We stopped the Citroen at the turn of the lane
Elaine Feinstein - Rosemary in Provence - We wear the mask that grins and lies
Paul Laurence Dunbar - We Wear the Mask - We went out into the school yard together, me and the boy
Simon Armitage - The shout - We're going on a Bear Hunt!
Michael Rosen - We're Going On A Bear Hunt - Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toon
William Miller - Wee Willie Winkie - Well son, I'll tell you
Langston Hughes - Mother to Son - Well, since you're from the other side of town
Norman Cameron - Public-House Confidence - Well, World, you have kept faith with me
Thomas Hardy - He Never Expected Much - Wha dem want to tell me
John Agard - Checking Out Me History - What am I after all but a child, pleas`d with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over
Walt Whitman - What Am I After All - What are days for?
Philip Larkin - Days - What are they dragging up and out on their long leashes of sound
Ted Hughes - The Howling of Wolves - What do they think has happened, the old fools
Philip Larkin - The Old Fools - What happened that night? Your final night
Ted Hughes - Last Letter - What happens to a dream deferred?
Langston Hughes - Harlem - What is Poetry? Who knows?
Eleanor Farjeon - Poetry - What is the world, O soldiers?
Walter de la Mare - Napoleon - What is this life if, full of care
William Henry Davies - Leisure - What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
Edna St Vincent Millay - Sonnet - What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Wilfred Owen - Anthem For Doomed Youth - What's that fluttering in a breeze?
John Agard - Flag - When awful darkness and silence reign
Edward Lear - The Dong with a Luminous Nose - When chapman billies leave the street
Robert Burns - Tam O'Shanter - When day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
Amanda Gorman - The Hill We Climb - When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn
Mary Oliver - When Death Comes - When God, disgusted with man
Ted Hughes - Crow Blacker than Ever - When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
Jenny Joseph - Warning - When I am dead, my dearest,
Christina Rossetti - When I am dead my dearest - When I am sad and weary
Adrian Mitchell - Celia Celia - When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
Ezra Pound - Meditatio - When I consider how my light is spent
John Milton - On his blindness - When I have fears that I may cease to be
John Keats - When I have fears that I may cease to be - When I see birches bend to left and right
Robert Frost - Birches - When I was One
AA Milne - Now We Are Six - When I was one-and-twenty
AE Housman - When I Was OneandTwenty - When in disgrace with Fortune and men`s eyes
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 29 - When into the night the yellow light is roused like dust above the towns,
DH Lawrence - Piccadilly Circus at Night StreetWalkers - When people aren't asking questions
Ogden Nash - More About People - When the busstopped suddenly to avoid
Roger McGough - At lunchtime - A story of love - When the debate got going on Englishness,
Hannah Lowe - The Only English Kid - When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay
Thomas Hardy - Afterwards - When the tall and bearded careers advisor
Simon Armitage - The Straight and Narrow - When the whole world is deaf
Liz Brownlee - Greta Thunberg - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 30 - When we climbed the slopes of the cutting
Seamus Heaney - The Railway Children - When Winter's ahead, What can you read in November
Edward Thomas - The Thrush - When you are old and grey and full of sleep
WB Yeats - When You Are Old - When you stop to consider
Derek Mahon - Dog Days - Whenever I walk in a London street
AA Milne - Lines and Squares - Whenever Richard Cory went down town
Edwin Arlington Robinson - Richard Cory - Where dips the rocky highland
WB Yeats - The Stolen Child - Wherever I am, there's always Pooh
AA Milne - Us Two - Which is known as the Orchard County?
Paul Muldoon - A Collegelands Catechism - While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
Ezra Pound - The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter - While rain, with eve in partnership
Thomas Hardy - Beyond the Last Lamp - While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire
John Robinson Jeffers - Shine, Perishing Republic - Whirl up, sea
Hilda Doolittle - Oread - Who has seen the wind?
Christina Rossetti - The Wind - who knows if the moon's a balloon
ee cummings - who knows if the moon - Who would butt me with his head
Hal Summers - My Old Cat - Whose woods these are I think I know
Robert Frost - Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening - Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind
Sir Thomas Wyatt - Whoso List to Hunt - Why do I love You, Sir?
Emily Dickinson - Why do I love You Sir - Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls
Robert Graves - A Slice Of Wedding Cake - Why should I let the toad work
Philip Larkin - Toads - Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail
Lewis Carroll - The Lobster Quadrille - Will you walk into my parlor? said the spider to the fly
Mary Howitt - The Spider And The Fly - With fingers weary and worn
Thomas Hood - The Song of the Shirt - With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
Laurence Binyon - For the Fallen - With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
Bob Dylan - Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands - Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday
Adrian Henri - Without You - Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
Thomas Hardy - The Voice - won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model
Lucille Clifton - won't you celebrate with me - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
Robert Burns - Banks of Doon - Yellow/brown woman
Lorna Goodison - I am becoming my Mother - Yes, I remember Adlestrop
Edward Thomas - Adlestrop - Yesterday, upon the stair
Hughes Mearns - Antigonish - You are already
Thom Gunn - Touch - You are old, Father William, the young man said
Lewis Carroll - You Are Old, Father William - You are so beautiful and I am a fool
Billy Collins - Nightclub - you are the one i am lit for
Lucille Clifton - To a Dark Moses - You begin this way
Margaret Atwood - You Begin - You can't say it that way any more
John Ashbery - And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name - You do not do, you do not do
Sylvia Plath - Daddy - You do not have to be good
Mary Oliver - Wild Geese - You do not have to love me
Leonard Cohen - You Do Not Have To Love Me - You know how this is
Pablo Neruda - If You Forget Me - You may write me down in history
Maya Angelou - Still I Rise - You told me, in your drunken-boasting mood
Siegfried Sassoon - Atrocities - Your absence has gone through me
WS Merwin - Seperation - Your death is entering its fifth year
Dachine Rainer - A Note EJB 1968-1973