Dreams poems
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A Poet to...
© Charles Harpur
Thinewhen I saw thee first thou seemdst to me
A being known, yet beautifully new!
As when, to crown some sages theory,
Amid heavens sisterhoods, into shining view
Comes the conjectured star!his lucky name
To halo thenceforth with its virgin flame.
The Passing Of Arthur
© Alfred Tennyson
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First made and latest left of all the knights,
Told, when the man was no more than a voice
In the white winter of his age, to those
With whom he dwelt, new faces, other minds.
Man and Woman.
© Arthur Henry Adams
[According to Maori mythology, the god Tiki created Man by taking a
piece of clay and moistening it with his own blood. Woman was the
offspring of a sunbeam and a sylvan echo.]
The One Face
© Arthur Symons
Fair faces come again,
As at sunsetting
The Stars without number;
Or as dreams dreamed in vain
To a heart forgetting
Come back with slumber.
Your Orange Hair In The Void Of The World
© Paul Eluard
Your orange hair in the void of the world
In the void of these heavy panes of silence
Shade where my bare hands seek your image.
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
© Emily Jane Brontë
OFTEN rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idle dreams of things which cannot be:
Thoughts in a Tranquil Night
© Li Po
Athwart the bed
I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
So bright, so cold, so frail,
That for a space it gleams
Freedoms Plow
© Langston Hughes
First in the heart is the dream-
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
His eyes look out on the world,
On the great wooded world,
On the rich soil of the world,
On the rivers of the world.
The Negro Mother
© Langston Hughes
Three hundred years in the deepest South:
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth .
God put a dream like steel in my soul.
Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal.
Quiet Girl
© Langston Hughes
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
Let America Be America Again
© Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A LATER DEDICATION
To her the sweetest, fairest, worthiest one,
Who the inspirer is of my new praise,
Whom lately once, one Autumn afternoon,
Ambition
© Aline Murray Kilmer
Kenton and Deborah, Michael and Rose,
These are fine children as all the world knows,
But into my arms in my dreams every night
Come Peter and Christopher, Faith and Delight.
Flying Inside Your Own Body
© Margaret Atwood
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in youll lift like a balloon
The Watchman
© Ada Cambridge
To mothers and to men;
To take him for our heaven-sent guide
On seas he never voyaged-wide
And wild beyond his ken.
History of the Twentieth Century (A Roadshow)
© Joseph Brodsky
Ladies and gentlemen and the day!
All ye made of sweet human clay!
Let me tell you: you are o'kay.
The Fan : A Poem. Book I.
© John Gay
The goddess pleas'd, the curious work receive,
Remounts her chariot, and the grotto leaves;
With the light fan she moves the yielding air,
And gales, till then unknown, play round the fair.
The Great Sunset
© Robinson Jeffers
A flight of six heavy-motored bombing-planes
Went over the beautiful inhuman ridges a straight course northward;
