Dreams poems

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May 24, 1980

© Joseph Brodsky

I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages,
carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters,
lived by the sea, flashed aces in an oasis,
dined with the-devil-knows-whom, in tails, on truffles.

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cry your dreams

© W. Jude Aher

cry your dreams
child,
cry silent your screams
as

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sail on

© W. Jude Aher

sail on,
when the sun is gone
when the wind rises
off a river slow
when you hear no more
just silence

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when the merry pranksters paint

© W. Jude Aher

on years,
on the dance of whispers.
where have we gone

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the butterfly and the rose

© W. Jude Aher

i walk the dream
where the street
breathes in the shadow
of moon-light,
the lovers night.

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cold cold world

© W. Jude Aher

in the night
the deep deep night
do i dance
where mirror images
are lost within

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just keep dancing

© W. Jude Aher

lost in a mirror
star dreams
on a night stage.
before

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The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4

© Alexander Pope

For, that sad moment, when the Sylphs withdrew,
And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew,
Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite,
As ever sullied the fair face of light,
Down to the central earth, his proper scene,
Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen.

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The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2

© Alexander Pope

Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
The sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames.

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The Rape of the Lock

© Alexander Pope

He said; when Shock, who thought she slept too long,
Leapt up, and wak'd his Mistress with his Tongue.
'Twas then Belinda, if Report say true,
Thy Eyes first open'd on a Billet-doux.
Wounds, Charms, and Ardors, were no sooner read,
But all the Vision vanish'd from thy Head.

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Eloisa to Abelard

© Alexander Pope

Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;
Sad proof how well a lover can obey!
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;
And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.

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Tithonus

© Alan Seeger

So when the verdure of his life was shed,
With all the grace of ripened manlihead,
And on his locks, but now so lovable,
Old age like desolating winter fell,

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The Torture of Cuauhtemoc

© Alan Seeger

Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms
Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew,
Curling across the jungle's ferny floor,
Becking each fevered brain. On bleak divides,

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The Sultan's Palace

© Alan Seeger

My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,
As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;
As in their flesh inheres the impulse to embrace,
To gaze on Loveliness was my soul's appetite.

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The Rendezvous

© Alan Seeger

He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour.
Distant, across the thundering organ-swell,
In sweet discord from the cathedral-tower,
Fall the faint chimes and the thrice-sequent bell.

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The Deserted Garden

© Alan Seeger

I know a village in a far-off land
Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain
With tinted walls a space on either hand
And fed by many an olive-darkened lane

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Sonnet XI

© Alan Seeger

When among creatures fair of countenance
Love comes enformed in such proud character,
So far as other beauty yields to her,
So far the breast with fiercer longing pants;

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Sonnet II

© Alan Seeger

Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways,
Between the rivers and the illumined sky
Whose fervid depths reverberate from on high
Fierce lustres mingled in a fiery haze.

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Paris

© Alan Seeger

First, London, for its myriads; for its height,
Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;
But Paris for the smoothness of the paths
That lead the heart unto the heart's delight. . . .

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Kyrenaikos

© Alan Seeger

Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down
In grove and garden to the sapphire sea;
Twine yellow roses for the drinker's crown;
Let music reach and fair heads circle me,