Amazing poems

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From a Survivor

© Adrienne Rich

I don't know who we thought we were
that our personalities
could resist the failures of the race

Dickinson Poems by Number

© Emily Dickinson

One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

246. Song-Robin Shure in Hairst

© Robert Burns

HIS face with smile eternal drest,

Just like the Landlord’s to his Guest’s,

This is the time of year when golden-agersare taken on buses to view the autumn foliageas though the sight and scent of yellowed treeswill stuff them with beautiful thoughtsand keep them from knowing --

as if there were still a trace of undamagedhunger -- for simple beauty, for colours,the sun falling frail on the fretwork of every leaf, the trumpeting surpriseof the earth turning, returning

Ode

© O'Shaughnessy Arthur

We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams,Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; --World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams:Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems

There once was an old monk of Basing

© William Cosmo Monkhouse

There once was an old monk of Basing,Whose salads were something amazing; But he told his confessor That NebuchadnezzarHad given him hints upon grazing.

The Mosquito

© David Herbert Lawrence

When did you start your tricksMonsieur?

Pascal's Wager

© Hall Kate

'If God does not exist, one will lose nothing by believing in him, whileif he does exist, one will lose everything by not believing.'-- Blaise Pascal

Insomnia

© Hall Kate

If I were to sleep, it would be on an iron bed,bolted to the floor in a bomb-proof concrete roomwith twelve locks on the door

Thebais - Book One - part V

© Pablius Papinius Statius

The king once more the solemn rites requires,

And bids renew the feasts, and wake the fires.

Gentle Doctor Brown

© Bert Leston Taylor

It was a gentle sawbones and his name was Doctor Brown.

His auto was the terror of a small suburban town.

Moses

© Thomas Parnell

Ile sing to God, Ile Sing ye songs of praise
To God triumphant in his wondrous ways,
To God whose glorys in the Seas excell,
Where the proud horse & prouder rider fell.

The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 9

© Publius Vergilius Maro

WHILE these affairs in distant places passd,

The various Iris Juno sends with haste,

Alice And Una. A Tale Of Ceim-An-Eich

With a sigh for what is fading, but, O Earth! with no upbraiding,
For we feel that time is braiding newer, fresher flowers for thee,
We will speak, despite our grieving, words of loving and believing,
Tales we vowed when we were leaving awful Ceim-an-eich,
Where the sever'd rocks resemble fragments of a frozen sea,
And the wild deer flee!

"Up! Everything that God has made"

Up! Everything that God has made,
His glory now be praising,
The smallest creature too is great,
And proves his might amazing.

Ode 1373

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

Street Circus

Suddenly the clown twists in the lights
Screaming, «Please help me! Please help!
I am bleeding red cranberry juice!
I have bandages made of rags!
I have a paper helmet on my head!
Ive a wooden sword in my hand!»