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The term "Ode - splender in the grass" has been searched for 16 times before on Poetry Connection. The first time was on September 24th, 2005.
1. The Mower's Song - written by Andrew Marvell
Read 864 times on Poetry Connection.
My Mind was once the true survey
Of all these Medows fresh and gay;
And in the greenness of the Grass
Did see its Hopes as in a Glass;
When Juliana came, and she
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
But these, while I with... (Read full poem)
2. The Lark - written by Mary Oliver
Read 1125 times on Poetry Connection.
And I have seen,
at dawn,
the lark
spin out of the long grass
and into the pink air -
its wings,
which are neither wide
nor overstrong,
fluttering -
the pectorals
ploughing and flashing
for nothing but altitude -
and the song... (Read full poem)
3. The Summer Day - written by Mary Oliver
Read 15459 times on Poetry Connection.
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead... (Read full poem)
4. Sestina - written by Dante Alighieri
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I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow,
to the short day and to the whitening hills,
when the colour is all lost from the grass,
though my desire will not lose its green,
so rooted is it in this hardest stone,
that speaks and feels as... (Read full poem)
5. Cut Grass - written by Philip Larkin
From High Windows.
Published in 1971.
Read 5458 times on Poetry Connection.
Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that... (Read full poem)
6. The Cat And The Moon - written by William Butler Yeats
From The Wild Swans at Coole.
Published in 1919.
Read 2014 times on Poetry Connection.
The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal... (Read full poem)
7. Farewell (II) - written by Wang Wei
Read 630 times on Poetry Connection.
Hill at mutual escort stop
Day dusk shut wood door
Spring grass next year green
Prince offspring return not return
We bid each other farewell beside the hill,
As day meets dusk, I close the wooden gate.
Next year, in spring, there will be... (Read full poem)
8. At Grass - written by Philip Larkin
From The Less Deceived.
Published in 1950.
Read 6460 times on Poetry Connection.
The eye can hardly pick them out
From the cold shade they shelter in,
Till wind distresses tail and main;
Then one crops grass, and moves about
- The other seeming to look on -
And stands anonymous again
Yet fifteen years ago, perhaps
Two dozen... (Read full poem)
9. Six Feet Of Sod - written by Robert William Service
From Carols of an Old Codger.
Read 827 times on Poetry Connection.
This is the end of all my ways,
My wanderings on earth,
My gloomy and my golden days,
My madness and my mirth.
I've bought ten thousand blades of grass
To bed me down below,
And here I wait the days to pass
Until I go.... (Read full poem)
10. 172. Reconciliation - written by George William Russell
From Collected Poems by A.E..
Published in 1913.
Read 1751 times on Poetry Connection.
I BEGIN through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord;
I can see, through a face that has faded, the face full of rest
Of the earth, of the mother, my heart with her heart in accord,
As I lie ’mid the cool green tresses that mantle... (Read full poem)
11. The Ballad of the Carpet Bag - written by Andrew Barton Paterson
Read 537 times on Poetry Connection.
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin'
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get to de Poll, you must get there flyin';
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel by de road, you must travel by de train,
And the things what you've done you... (Read full poem)
12. A Baby Running Barefoot - written by D.H. Lawrence
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When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass
The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind,
They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water;
And the sight of their white play among the grass
Is like a little robin’s... (Read full poem)
13. An Acre Of Grass - written by William Butler Yeats
From New Poems.
Published in 1938.
Read 4262 times on Poetry Connection.
Picture and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.
My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end
Neither loose imagination,
Nor the mill of the... (Read full poem)
14. The Fan - written by Dame Edith Sitwell
Read 735 times on Poetry Connection.
LOVELY Semiramis
Closes her slanting eyes:
Dead is she long ago.
From her fan, sliding slow,
Parrot-bright fire's feathers,
Gilded as June weathers,
Plumes bright and shrill as grass
Twinkle down; as they pass
Through the green... (Read full poem)
15. A Statesman's Holiday - written by William Butler Yeats
From On The Boiler.
Published in 1939.
Read 1185 times on Poetry Connection.
I lived among great houses,
Riches drove out rank,
Base drove out the better blood,
And mind and body shrank.
No Oscar ruled the table,
But I'd a troop of friends
That knowing better talk had gone
Talked of odds and ends.
Some knew what ailed the... (Read full poem)
16. Trees In The Garden - written by D.H. Lawrence
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Ah in the thunder air
how still the trees are!
And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent
hardly looses even a last breath of perfume.
And the ghostly, creamy coloured little tree of leaves
white, ivory white among the rambling... (Read full poem)
17. Lost Love - written by Robert Graves
Read 1140 times on Poetry Connection.
His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the startled spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
Across two counties he can hear
And catch... (Read full poem)
19. The West Wind - written by John Masefield
Read 2158 times on Poetry Connection.
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills.
And April's in the west wind, and daffodils.
It's a fine land, the west... (Read full poem)
20. Clock-O'-Clay - written by John Clare
Read 932 times on Poetry Connection.
In the cowslip pips I lie,
Hidden from the buzzing fly,
While green grass beneath me lies,
Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,
Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay,
Waiting for the time o' day.
While the forest quakes surprise,
And the wild wind sobs and... (Read full poem)
21. The dragonfly - written by Matsuo Basho
From The Essential Haiku.
Published in 1994.
Read 6853 times on Poetry Connection.
The dragonfly
can't quite land
on that blade of grass.(Read full poem)
22. Yvonne Of Brittany - written by Ernest Dowson
Read 817 times on Poetry Connection.
In your mother's apple-orchard,
Just a year ago, last spring:
Do you remember, Yvonne!
The dear trees lavishing
Rain of their starry blossoms
To make you a coronet?
Do you ever remember, Yvonne,
As I remember yet?
In your mother's... (Read full poem)
23. Ianthe - written by Walter Savage Landor
Read 673 times on Poetry Connection.
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down, and up again as blithe as ever. (Read full poem)
24. The Landrail - written by John Clare
Read 910 times on Poetry Connection.
How sweet and pleasant grows the way
Through summer time again
While Landrails call from day to day
Amid the grass and grain
We hear it in the weeding time
When knee deep waves the corn
We hear it in the summers prime
Through meadows night and... (Read full poem)
25. The Statue - written by Hilaire Belloc
Read 612 times on Poetry Connection.
When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass
And find a stone half-hidden in tall grass
And grey with age: but having seen that stone
(Which was your image), ride more slowly on.(Read full poem)
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