Poems about Dark

• Vanishings

  As one whose eyes have watched the stricken day
  Swoon to its crimson death adown the sea,

  by William Watson 14 lines
• Before Death (Mrityu-r Agey)

  We who have walked deserted stubble fields on a December evening,
  Who have seen over the field's edge a soft river woman scattering

  by Jibanananda Das 55 lines
• Dead

  SOMETHING lies in the room
  Over against my own;

  by William Dean Howells 12 lines
• Enchanted Mirrors

  These are enchanted mirrors that I bring,
  By demons wrought from metals of the moon

  by Clark Ashton Smith 14 lines
• Desolate

  From the sad eaves the drip-drop of the rain!
  The water washing at the latchel door;

  by Sydney Thompson Dobell 24 lines, 2 comments
• To A Magnificient Spinner, Murdered

  Gnats and an ant have gnawed your nimble bones–
  You who could spring and sprawl on your own thread

  by Genevieve Taggard 17 lines, 7 comments
• Examination at Midnight

  The pendulum, with brazen din,
  Proclaims the midnight; we begin

  by Clark Ashton Smith 38 lines
• Hallowe'en

  All Hallows Eve — when ghosts do walk the earth:
  All Hallows Eve — O light and fireside mirth!

  by Cicely Fox Smith 23 lines
• Resurgam

  I
  Yes, yes, dear love! I am dead!

  by Adah Isaacs Menken 85 lines, 4 comments
• William Lamb's Return From Paris: Asking Me My Wish

  You ask my wish--the boon I crave,
  O grant it--leave me what I have:

  by Lady Caroline Lamb 12 lines, 2 comments
• When Heaving On The Stormy Waters

  When, heaving on the stormy waters,
  I felt my ship beneath to sink,

  by Fyodor Sologub 24 lines, 2 comments
• Nocturne: The Bedroom

  Death always takes the shape
  of our bedroom.

  by Xavier Villaurrutia 36 lines
• A Coral Island

  Girded by wastes of sounding foam,
    Slumbers unseen the fruitful isle;

  by Cicely Fox Smith 47 lines, 1 comment
• A Fancy

  Whose knowledge is a bloody field
  Wheare all hope slaine doth lie;

  by Edward Dyer 165 lines
• The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top

  The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
  Blood -- blood and torn grass --

  by Stephen Maria Crane 13 lines, 4 comments
• All The World's Ruled By A Dragon

  All the world's ruled by the Dragon -
  Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse.

  by Fyodor Sologub 20 lines
• Barguest

  All in the wild and windy night
      I heard the treetops moan,

  by Cicely Fox Smith 25 lines
• Roses

  Sad, and sweet, and wise,
  Here a child reposes,

  by Robert Williams Buchanan 36 lines, 3 comments
• An Indian Mother About to Destroy Her Child

  Awhile she lay all passive to the touch
  Of those small fingers, and the soft, soft lips

  by James Montgomery 37 lines, 2 comments
• The Dark Companion

  There is an orb that mocked the lore of sages
  Long time with mystery of strange unrest;

  by James Brunton Stephens 49 lines, 1 comment
• The Radiant Dark

  Should I long that dark were fair? Say, O song.
  Lacks my love aught that I should long?

  by George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) 14 lines
• Nocturne: Nothing Is Heard

  In the middle of a silence deserted as a street before a crime
  not even breathing so that nothing will disturb my dying

  by Xavier Villaurrutia 33 lines, 1 comment
• Eurydice - To Victor Hugo

  Orpheus, the night is full of tears and cries,
  And hardly for the storm and ruin shed

  by Algernon Charles Swinburne 14 lines, 1 comment
• Resurgam

  Exiled afar from youth and happy love,
  If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence

  by Alan Seeger 6 lines, 3 comments
• Little Joke

  Stripping an almond tree in flower
  The wise apothecary's skill

  by Elinor Wylie 8 lines, 2 comments
• If

  Yes, death is at the bottom of the cup,
  And every one that lives must drink it up;

  by William Dean Howells 12 lines, 2 comments
• Devil's Swing

  Over the rushing river
  Where shaggy fir-trees stand,

  by Fyodor Sologub 40 lines, 8 comments
• Forgiveness

  ASK not my pardon! For if one hath need
  Once to forgive the god that he hath raised,

  by Muriel Stuart 15 lines
• His Soul

  ONCE from the world of living men
  I passed, by a strange fancy led,

  by Victor James Daley 18 lines, 1 comment
• Recrimination

  The prime of summer is coming, and with it there comes, to-day,
  A thought of another summer, whose garlands have faded away:

  by George Arnold 78 lines

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