Life poems
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Lucretius
© Alfred Tennyson
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
Her master cold; for when the morning flush
Of passion and the first embrace had died
Between them, tho' he loved her none the less,
Extraits
© Donald Justice
There is no way to ease the burden.
The voyage leads on from harm to harm,
A land of others and of silence.
The Wedding Band
© Forough Farrokhzad
Everyone said: Congratulations and best wishes!
the girl said: Alas
that I still have doubts about its meaning.
Song (Untitled #8)
© George Meredith
No, no, the falling blossom is no sign
Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute;
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; -
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.
Studies By The Sea
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AH ! wherefore do the incurious say,
That this stupendous ocean wide,
The Singer In The Prison
© Walt Whitman
O sight of pity, gloom, and dole!
O pardon me, a hapless Soul!
Remember Thee! Remember Thee!
© George Gordon Byron
Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a feverish dream!
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.
The Weaver
© Anonymous
My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
My Jolly Friend's Secret
© James Whitcomb Riley
Ah, friend of mine, how goes it,
Since you've taken you a mate?--
A Legacy
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
No living atom comes at last to naught!
Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.
Being is without end; for changeless laws
Bind that from which the All its glory draws
Of living treasures endlessly possessed.
Moss by Bruce Guernsey: American Life in Poetry #78 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
greening in the dark,
longing for north,
the silence
of birds gone south.
The Seaside And The Fireside : Dedication
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom,
Hears round about him voices as it darkens,
And seeing not the forms from which they come,
Pauses from time to time, and turns and hearkens;
To a Mountain
© Henry Kendall
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,
Above me in the loftier light - to thee,
The Buried Flower
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
In the silence of my chamber,
When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
Mutters in its charmed sleep,
The Philosopher and the Philantropist
© James Kenneth Stephen
Searching an infinite Where,
Probing a bottomless When,
