Life poems

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The Hearts

© Robert Pinsky

The legendary muscle that wants and grieves, 
The organ of attachment, the pump of thrills 
And troubles, clinging in stubborn colonies

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To A Wounded Bird

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Thou shalt feel no more the wind on thy wing,

Nor float on the breath of the breeze;

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OEnone

© Alfred Tennyson

 "Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.
He smiled, and opening out his milk-white palm
Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold,
That smelt ambrosially, and while I look'd
And listen'd, the full-flowing river of speech
Came down upon my heart.

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Too Late

© Madison Julius Cawein

I looked upon a dead girl's face and heard

  What seemed the voice of Love call unto me

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Sweetest love, I do not go,

© John Donne

Sweetest love, I do not go,

For weariness of thee,

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Memento Vivere

© John Kenyon

When life was young, in pensive guise

  I made it a fantastic glory,

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T o W.H.H.

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

How like a mighty picture, tint by tint,
This marvellous world is opening to thy view!
Wonders of earth and heaven; shapes bright and new,
Strength, radiance, beauty, and all things that hint

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From “The Iron Gate”

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

AS on the gauzy wings of fancy flying
  From some far orb I track our watery sphere,
Home of the struggling, suffering, doubting, dying,
  The silvered globule seems a glistening tear.

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Street Musicians

© John Ashbery

One died, and the soul was wrenched out 

Of the other in life, who, walking the streets 

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A Farewell to Tobacco

© Charles Lamb



May the Babylonish curse,

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The Troubadour. Canto 1

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

There is a light step passing by
Like the distant sound of music's sigh;
It is that fair and gentle child,
Whose sweetness has so oft beguiled,
Like sunlight on a stormy day,
His almost sullenness away.

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Roses And Sunshine

© Edgar Albert Guest

Rough is the road I am journeying now,

  Heavy the burden I'm bearing to-day;

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Falling Asleep over the Aeneid

© Robert Lowell

An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service. He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas, an Italian prince.


The sun is blue and scarlet on my page, 

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from Odes: 15 ["Nothing"]

© Ted Hughes

Nothing
substance utters or time 
stills and restrains
joins design and

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Thomas Jefferson

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Thomas Jefferson,
What do you say
Under the gravestone
Hidden away?

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Structure of Rime XXVIII: In Memoriam Wallace Stevens

© Robert Duncan

“That God is colouring Newton doth shew”—William Blake


  Erecting beyond the boundaries of all government his grand Station and Customs, I find what I have made there a Gate, a staking out of his art in Inconsequence.  I have in mind a poetry that will frame the willingness of the heart and deliver it over to the arrest of Time, a sentence  as if there could stand some solidity  most spacial in its intent against the drifts and appearances that arise and fall away in time from the crude events of physical space.  The Mind alone holds the consequence of the erection to be true, so that Desire and Imagination usurp the place of the Invisible Throne.

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Song #12.

© Robert Crawford

I have brought thee all the faith
That a man can give,
I have sheltered thee with love,
O life's fugitive!

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To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead, As Young And Fair

© George Gordon Byron

And thou art dead, as young and fair

  As aught of mortal birth;

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Division Of An Estate

© George Moses Horton

It well bespeaks a man beheaded, quite
Divested of the laurel robe of life,
When every member struggles for its base,
The head; the power of order now recedes,

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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.