The Blue Bell By Emily Brontë

The Blue Bell By Emily Brontë The Bluebell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air: Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe my spirit’s care. There is a spell in purple heath Too wildly, sadly dear; The violet has a fragrant breath, But fragrance will not cheer, The trees are bare, the […]

Blue And White By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Blue And White By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge BLUE is Our Lady’s colour, White is Our Lord’s. To-morrow I will wear a knot Of blue and white cords, That you may see it, where you ride Among the flashing swords. O banner, white and sunny blue, With prayer I wove thee! For love the white, for […]

Into My Heart An Air That Kills By A. E. Housman

Into My Heart An Air That Kills By A. E. Housman Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot […]

O Jay By George Parsons Lathrop

O Jay By George Parsons Lathrop O jay — Blue-jay! — What are you trying to say? I remember, in the spring You pretended you could sing; But your voice is now still queerer, And as yet you’ve come no nearer To a song. In fact, to sum the matter, I never heard a flatter […]

Waking In The Blue By Robert Lowell

Waking In The Blue By Robert Lowell The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare’s-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. He catwalks down our corridor. Azure day makes my agonized blue window bleaker. Crows maunder on the petrified fairway. Absence! My heart grows tense as though a harpoon […]

Blue By Carl Phillips

Blue By Carl Phillips As through marble or the lining of    certain fish split open and scooped    clean, this is the blue vein that rides, where the flesh is even    whiter than the rest of her, the splayed    thighs mother forgets, busy struggling    for command over bones: her own,    those of the chaise longue, all […]

Blue By May Swenson

Blue By May Swenson Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs shoot back of your ears’ Rose that tongues like to feel the maze of, slip into the funnel, tell a thunder-whisper to. When I kiss, your eyes’ straight […]

Blue By Sidney Wade

Blue By Sidney Wade The great blue song of the earth is sung in all the best venues— treetop, marsh, desert, shore— and on this spring day in the wetlands where, under a late sun, we stand alone and in love with each other and the passing day we watch a cormorant whose eye is […]

Blue Roses By Rudyard Kipling

Blue Roses By Rudyard Kipling Roses red and roses white Plucked I for my love’s delight. She would none of all my posies– Bade me gather her blue roses. Half the world I wandered through, Seeking where such flowers grew. Half the world unto my quest Answered me with laugh and jest. Home I came […]

Fragmentary Blue By Robert Frost

Fragmentary Blue By Robert Frost Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)— Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far […]