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The term "O, say can you see by the dawns early" has been searched for 22 times on the American Poems site since August 11th, 2005.
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1. Happiness - written by Raymond Carver
Read 114139 times on American Poems.
So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one... (Read full poem)
3. Rondeau Redouble - written by Dorothy Parker
From Enough Rope.
Published in 1926.
Read 2264 times on American Poems.
[and scarcely worth the trouble, at that]
The same to me are somber days and gay.
Though Joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright,
Because my dearest love is gone away
Within my heart is melancholy night.
My heart beats low in loneliness,... (Read full poem)
4. Not all die early, dying young -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 3488 times on American Poems.
Not all die early, dying young --
Maturity of Fate
Is consummated equally
In Ages, or a Night --
A Hoary Boy, I've known to drop
Whole statured -- by the side
Of Junior of Fourscore -- 'twas Act
Not Period -- that died.(Read full poem)
5. Dusty Doors - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 1471 times on American Poems.
CHILD of the Aztec gods,
how long must we listen here,
how long before we go?
The dust is deep on the lintels.
The dust is dark on the doors.
If the dreams shake our bones,
what can we say or do?
Since early morning we waited.
Since early,... (Read full poem)
6. The Best Time Of The Day - written by Raymond Carver
Read 11272 times on American Poems.
Cool summer nights.
Windows open.
Lamps burning.
Fruit in the bowl.
And your head on my shoulder.
These the happiest moments in the day.
Next to the early morning hours,
of course. And the time
just before lunch.
And the afternoon, and
early... (Read full poem)
7. Po' Boy Blues - written by Langston Hughes
Read 27723 times on American Poems.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
Since I come up North de
Whole damn world's turned cold.
I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong.
Yes, I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong,
But this world... (Read full poem)
8. As Adam, Early in the Morning. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass.
Published in 1900.
Read 3541 times on American Poems.
AS Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach,
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body. 5(Read full poem)
9. Angels, in the early morning - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 9761 times on American Poems.
Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping -- plucking -- smiling -- flying --
Do the Buds to them belong?
Angels, when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping -- plucking -- sighing -- flying --
Parched the... (Read full poem)
10. How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1836 times on American Poems.
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights --
When people have put out the Lights
And everything that has an Inn
Closes the shutter and goes in --
How pompous the Wind must feel Noons
Stepping to incorporeal Tunes
Correcting errors of the sky
And... (Read full poem)
11. Blue Ridge - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 1670 times on American Poems.
BORN a million years ago you stay here a million years …
watching the women come and live and be laid away …
you and they thin-gray thin-dusk lovely.
So it goes: either the early morning lights are lovely or the early morning star.
I am glad I... (Read full poem)
12. Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom - written by Dorothy Parker
From Enough Rope.
Published in 1926.
Read 4429 times on American Poems.
Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim... (Read full poem)
13. The Negro Speaks Of Rivers - written by Langston Hughes
Read 50031 times on American Poems.
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it... (Read full poem)
14. I started Early -- Took my Dog -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 18386 times on American Poems.
I started Early -- Took my Dog --
And visited the Sea --
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me --
And Frigates -- in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands --
Presuming Me to be a Mouse --
Aground -- upon the Sands --
But no... (Read full poem)
15. The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1307 times on American Poems.
The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
It's Somewhat in the Cold --
And Somewhat in the Trudging feet --
And haply, in the World --
The Cruel -- smiling -- bowing World --
That took its Cambric Way --
Nor heard the timid cry for "Bread" --
"Sweet Lady --... (Read full poem)
16. Thy fingers make early flowers of... (IV) - written by e.e. cummings
Read 11743 times on American Poems.
Thy fingers make early flowers of
all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings,saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying.
thy whitest feet crisply are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses... (Read full poem)
17. The Amaranth - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 399 times on American Poems.
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . .
Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and yawns
And the tremendous Amaranth descends
Sweet with the glory of ten thousand dawns?
Does it not mean my God would have me say: —
"Whether you will... (Read full poem)
18. One Of Us Two - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 2153 times on American Poems.
The day will dawn when one of us shall hearken
In vain to hear a voice that has grown dumb.
And morns will fade, noons pale, and shadows darken,
While sad eyes watch for feet that never come.
One of us two must sometime face existence
Alone... (Read full poem)
19. Broken-face Gargoyles - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 2147 times on American Poems.
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles.
It is too early to sing and dance at funerals,
Though I can whisper to you I am looking for an undertaker humming a lullaby and throwing his feet in a swift and mystic buck-and-wing, now you see it and... (Read full poem)
21. So Many Blood-Lakes - written by Robinson Jeffers
Published in 1944.
Read 984 times on American Poems.
We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were
slipped in. We have levelled the powers
Of Europe, that were the powers of the world, into rubble and
dependence. We have won two wars and a third is comming.
This one--will... (Read full poem)
22. The Joyous Malingerer - written by Ogden Nash
Read 1823 times on American Poems.
Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed,
'Tis he who's useless in the time of need;
Who, asked to unclasp a bracelet or a neckless,
Contrives to be utterly futile, fumbling, feckless,
Or when a zipper nips his loved one's back
Cannot restore the... (Read full poem)
23. Lines On Facing Forty - written by Ogden Nash
Read 2809 times on American Poems.
I have a bone to pick with Fate.
Come here and tell me, girlie,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotted early?(Read full poem)
24. Early Moon - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers.
Published in 1918.
Read 2988 times on American Poems.
THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west.
A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around the Indian moon.
One yellow star for a runner, and rows of blue stars for more runners, keep a... (Read full poem)
25. For The Future - written by Wendell Berry
From A Part.
Published in 1980.
Read 2192 times on American Poems.
Planting trees early in spring,
we make a place for birds to sing
in time to come. How do we know?
They are singing here now.
There is no other guarantee
that singing will ever be. (Read full poem)
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