Best Green Poems

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
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The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.

The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail,
And a few lilies blow.
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A Whirl-Blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound;
Then--all at once the air was still,
And showers of hailstones pattered round.
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The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating.
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Alone in the woods I felt
The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees
Nature has taught her creatures to hate
Man that fusses and fumes
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The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
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Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
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The green village, the colored city, the ever familiar locality
Each path, tree, house, turn, each native I have left behind
But creepers, hedges have entangled with my leg and hand
The green crops fields, green hills, fruit trees, call me back,
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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
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O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry
of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
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Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
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Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
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My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise
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A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.
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Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
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"Dark eyes are dearer far
Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell."

Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,—the domain
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I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
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The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
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They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
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My favorite colors are green and brown.
Green-leafed trees polka-dot our town.
Green's the color of farm pond scum,
and green's the color of green tea gum.
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Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck
and stroked your cold, pulsing throat
as you hissed to me, glinting
arrowy gold scales, and I felt
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Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
To anyone,
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My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
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I was pegging out your lime-green dress;
you were hoping the last of the sun
might sip the last few beads of drip-dry water
from its lime-green hem.
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Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
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You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
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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 though it were a woman.
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Land lies in water; it is shadowed green.
Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges
showing the line of long sea-weeded ledges
where weeds hang to the simple blue from green.
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If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.
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December twenty-first
we gather at the white Church festooned
red and green, the tree flashing
green-red lights beside the altar.
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Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river
And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever;
Farewell to the weedy nook, hemmed in by waters;
Farewell to the miller's brook and his three bonny daughters;
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Son of the old Moon-mountains African!
Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile!
We call thee fruitful, and that very while
A desert fills our seeing's inward span:
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Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
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He felt the entrance's green darkness
wrapped cooly round him like a silken cloak
that he was still accepting and arranging;
when at the opposite transparent end, far off,
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Yours is the face that the earth turns to me,
Continuous beyond its human features lie
The mountain forms that rest against the sky.
With your eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun's light
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An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
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In the cowslip pips I lie,
Hidden from the buzzing fly,
While green grass beneath me lies,
Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,
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As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth
The big-finned palm
And green vine angering for life,
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the fibres give in to your starry warmth
a lamp is called green and sees
carefully stepping into a season of fever
the wind has swept the rivers' magic
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30/03 raped land's day..more than 60 years of occupation..many decades passed while an old lady caries her stolen home's key, wondering if this is realy what do they call civilization... a lady and a key grew old while they long to kiss that door.....to inhale that fresh air from that green land..
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie!
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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Far-fetched with tales of other worlds and ways,
My skin well-oiled with wines of the Levant,
I set my face into a filial smile
To greet the pale, domestic kiss of Kent.
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
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With just a handful of barren land,
And tottering dreams based on the sand.
Yet the desire continued to bloom,
To produce the green out of the doom.
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The sun rises in south east corner of things
To look on the tall house of the Shin
For they have a daughter named Rafu,
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Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
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Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linnet, and thrush say, 'I love and I love!'
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An emerald is as green as grass;
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
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Against too many writers of science fiction

Why did you lure us on like this,
Light-year on light-year, through the abyss,
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Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o’er the combers, looks downward to find us
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'Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!
Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;
The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds,
And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds.'
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Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.
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SHADOW OF DREAM

dappled wings of love awe in void
as sultry wind blows on elysian bay
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Whirl up, sea—
Whirl your pointed pines.
Splash your great pines
On our rocks.
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From whence arrived the praying mantis?
From outer space, or lost Atlantis?
glimpse the grin, green metal mug
at masks the pseudo-saintly bug,
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That is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle,
what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. What is this current.
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A long time ago, when the earth was green
and there was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen,
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It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother’s name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
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The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn
A skylark hang betweent he two,
A singing speck above the corn;
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A man toiled on a burning road,
Never resting.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
Grinning at him from a green place.
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I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, 'How wonderful this place is! '

'Would you like to see a place even more wonderful than this? ' she asked.
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Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
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Green grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O!
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The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
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See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown,
With tiny root taking hold on the clay
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As I would free the white almond from the green husk
So I would strip your trappings off,
Beloved.
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel
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I saw her crop a rose
Right early in the day,
And I went to kiss the place
Where she broke the rose away
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All day the blanket snapped and swelled
on the line, roused by a hot spring wind....
From there it witnessed the first sparrow,
early flies lifting their sticky feet,
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NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,
When, as order'd forward, after a long march,
Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for the
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When in your sober mood my body have ye laid
In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream,
And the green turf has hidden the poor bones ye deem
No more a close companion with those rhymes we made;
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Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
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1 little monkey
was goin' 2 the store
when he saw a banana 3
he'd never climbed be4.
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I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh;
The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye;
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Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.
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HELLO …..HELLO....

frog is away from falling bridge
lest it may suffer creases of fall
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I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth--
Oh, be the green fields calling,
Oh, be for me the earth!
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Eat a tomato and you'll turn red
(I don't think that's really so);
Eat a carrot and you'll turn orange
(Still and all, you never know);
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What is pink? a rose is pink
By a fountain's brink.
What is red? a poppy's red
In its barley bed.
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I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring
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Then was my neophyte,
Child in white blood bent on its knees
Under the bell of rocks,
Ducked in the twelve, disciple seas
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Firm to the ground
Standing tall
Forever green
From the deepest blizzard winter
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The birches are mad with green points
the wood's edge is burning with their green,
burning, seething--No, no, no.
The birches are opening their leaves one
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Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.

Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorus
of dancing girls, performs blazing ochre evolutions, gathers the whole show into
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Then with the fall of every dropp of rain,
From nimbus with a grudge,
Into the lap of lush green trees,
Splash my mother's green roof
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Looking down through misty spheres
To visit wondrous lands
Hewn through time, through endless years,
Green fields and golden sands
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