Life poems
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A Grave By The Sea
© George Essex Evans
No white cloud sails the lonely sky,
Thro the gaunt trees no breezes sigh,
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07:
© Conrad Aiken
Study them . . . you will see there, in the porcelain,
If you stare hard enough, a sort of swimming
Of lights and shadows, ghosts within a crystal
My brain unfolding! There you'll see me sitting
Day after day, close to a certain window,
Looking down, sometimes, to see the people . . .
The Banks Of Wye - Book III
© Robert Bloomfield
PEACE to your white-wall'd cots, ye vales,
Untainted fly your summer gales;
"Many in aftertimes will say of you"
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Vien dietro a me e lascia dir le genti. Dante
Contando i casi della vita nostra. Petrarca
O. W. Holmes On His Eightieth Birth-Day
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Climbing a path which leads back never more
We heard behind his footsteps and his cheer;
To The Same (John Dyer)
© William Wordsworth
ENOUGH of climbing toil!--Ambition treads
Here, as 'mid busier scenes, ground steep and rough,
Or slippery even to peril! and each step,
As we for most uncertain recompence
The Song of the Banjo
© Rudyard Kipling
With my ‘Pilly-willy-winky-winky-popp!’
[Oh, it’s any tune that comes into my head!]
So I keep ’em moving forward till they drop;
So I play ’em up to water and to bed.
Creed
© Gabriela Mistral
I believe in my heart that when
The wounded heart sunk within the depth of God sings
It rises from the pond alive
As if new-born.
Paradise Regain'd: Book IV (1671)
© Patrick Kavanagh
PErplex'd and troubl'd at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
What Is Prayer?
© James Montgomery
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.
All nature has a feeling
© John Clare
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 10
© Publius Vergilius Maro
THE GATES of heavn unfold: Jove summons all
The gods to council in the common hall.
Secret Life
© Li-Young Lee
Alone with time, he waits for his parents to wake,
a boy growing old at the dining room table,
The Sprits Of Light And Darkness
© Madison Julius Cawein
As from the evil good
Springs like a fire,
As bland beatitude
Wells from the dire,
So was the Chaos brood
Of us the sire.
The Fabric of Life
© Kay Ryan
hurts working far past
the locus of rupture,
attacking threads
far beyond anything
we would have said
connects.
The Universal Route.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
As we journey along, with a laugh and a song,
We see, on youth's flower-decked slope,
Revenge of Injuries
© Elizabeth Carew
The fairest action of our human life
Is scorning to revenge an injury;
For who forgives without a further strife,
His adversary's heart to him doth tie.
And 'tis a firmer conquest truly said,
To win the heart, than overthrow the head.
