Fear poems
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Holy Sonnets: Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
© John Donne
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
To nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
Gerontion
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
Signs are taken for wonders. ‘We would see a sign!’
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger
A Plagued Journey
© Jon Anderson
There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Passing Through
© Ai
“Earth is the birth of the blues,” sang Yellow Bertha,
as she chopped cotton beside Mama Rose.
Constantinople
© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Greiv'd at a view which strikes vpon my Mind
The short liv'd Vanity of Human kind
In Gaudy Objects I indulge my Sight,
And turn where Eastern Pomp gives gay delight.
Sonnet CIV: To me, fair friend, you never can be old
© William Shakespeare
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Father and Son
© Delmore Schwartz
FRANZ KAFKA
Father:
On these occasions, the feelings surprise,
Spontaneous as rain, and they compel
Explicitness, embarrassed eyes——
Liberty
© Archibald MacLeish
When liberty is headlong girl
And runs her roads and wends her ways
Liberty will shriek and whirl
Her showery torch to see it blaze.
Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College
© Thomas Gray
Ye distant spires, ye antique tow'rs,
That crown the wat'ry glade,
A Prospect of Heaven Makes Death Easy
© Isaac Watts
There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
Your Night Is of Lilac
© Mahmoud Darwish
The night sits wherever you are. Your night
is of lilac. Every now and then a gesture escapes
A Pathological Case in Pliny
© John Logan
Hirto corde gigni quosdam homines proditur, neque alios fortioris esse industriae, sicut Aristomenen Messenium qui trecentos occidit Lacedaemonios ...
—Plinii, Naturalis Historia XI. Ixx.
The guards sleep they breathe uneven
Conversation with the
Trees the sharp cicadas
And knots of pine the flames
Have stirred to talk: their light
The Anniversary
© John Donne
All Kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes!
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!
To James Fenton
© John Fuller
The poet’s duties: no need to stress
The subject’s dullness, nonetheless
Here’s an incestuous address
In Robert Burns’ style
To one whom all the Muses bless
At Great Turnstile.
from Totem Poem [Abandoned in a field near Yass]
© Luke Davies
Abandoned in a field near Yass a cobwebbed car once kept us warm
and when it rained, though we shivered with sickness,
Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666
© Anne Bradstreet
Here Follows Some Verses Upon the Burning
of Our house, July 10th. 1666. Copied Out of
