An Anthology
These pages form a collection of kite-related poems
and poem excerpts that I have collected. They are in no particular
order, but an index of first lines and authors follows. Click on
the first line to go straight to that poem, otherwise read the poems
in sequence by using the previous and next buttons (top left). The
index button brings you back to this page.
| first line |
author |
| A kite is a
victim you are sure of. |
Leonard Cohen |
| A
sky of a matron |
Martin Fils Barthold |
| Air from another life and time and place, |
Seamus Heaney |
| All through that Sunday afternoon |
Seamus Heaney |
| Among the
kite-fliers and fly |
Derek Mahon |
| As
I look deeply at the kite’s marvelous flight |
Lekhnath Poudyal |
| As
hands bind me down to the earth, |
Makota Ooka |
| Bright
simple leaf with strong thin bones |
R. Romea Luminairas |
| Dreams,
aspirations, joy of living, |
Giancarlo D’Orazio |
| First
you run with it riding behind you on a short string |
John Ratti |
| I saw you toss
the kites on high |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
| I
see |
Alexa Carver’s class |
| If
you follow the string |
Gwendolyn Endicott |
| Kite |
anon. |
| Kite, follow
a path |
anon. |
| My waking dreams
are best concealed, |
John Newton |
| No
sound –a spell– on, on out |
William Stafford |
| One
day the string broke. |
Eugene McCarthy |
| Out
of the hand and into flight, |
Lynn Davis |
| So many things
our children love! |
anon. |
| The kite is
flying in the sky |
Dasopant |
| This is Maple
Grove |
Michael Van Wallegan |
| Thus soaring,
this flying along, |
George Pocock |
