Life poems
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One O'Clock in the Morning
© Charles Baudelaire
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep. At last! The tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer.
At last! I am allowed to relax in a bath of darkness! First a double turn of the key in the lock. This turn of the key will, it seems to me, increase my solitude and strengthen the barricades that, for the moment, separate me from the world.
On Leaving A Place Of Residence
© William Lisle Bowles
If I could bid thee, pleasant shade, farewell
Without a sigh, amidst whose circling bowers
The Brook
© Madison Julius Cawein
To it the forest tells
The mystery that haunts its heart and folds
Memory
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Only snakes shed their skin,
So their souls can age and grow.
We, alas, do not resemble snakes,
We change souls, not bodies.
The Bride Of The Nile - Act II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Belkís. I cannot do these sums
So long before the date. In the meanwhile talk to me.
I want to be amused. Life will go drearily
If we are to be like this. Let us play at something--chess,
Or draughts, or dominoes. Ask me a thing to guess--
An intellectual game.
When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
In Camp (Camp-ey)
© Jibanananda Das
Here on the edge of the forest I pitched camp.
All night long in pleasant southern breezes
By the moon's light
I listen to the call of a doe in heat.
To whom is she calling?
To Thomas Moore, Esq.
© Frances Anne Kemble
Here's a health to thee, Bard of Erin!
To the goblet's brim we will fill;
In Summer
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!
And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
And a belt where the rivers run.
A Child.
© Arthur Henry Adams
Little wisp of wonderment,
All the world your doll!
Hugging it in huge content,
Little wisp of wonderment;
Mater Christianorum, Ora Pro Nobis
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
In the hour of grief and sorrow,
When my heart is full of care,
Mortality
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"And we shall be changed.""And we shall be changed."
Ye dainty mosses, lichens grey,
I Bless You, Forests
© Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
I bless my staff and my humble rags.
And the steppe from beginning to end,
And the sun's light, and night's darkness,
The Borough. Letter II: The Church
© George Crabbe
"WHAT is a Church?"--Let Truth and Reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure, and meek;
To Papa
© Louisa May Alcott
In high Olympus' sacred shade
A gift Minerva wrought
For her beloved philosopher
Immersed in deepest thought.
Ode
© Benjamin Jonson
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir Lucius
Cary and Sir Henry Morison.
Sonnet XXIII: Is It Indeed So?
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
To my honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys
© Henry King
It is, Sir, a confest intrusion here
That I before your labours do appear,
Which no loud Herald need, that may proclaim
Or seek acceptance, but the Authors fame.
A Friend
© Edgar Albert Guest
A friend is one who stands to share
Your every touch of grief and care.
He comes by chance, but stays by choice;
Your praises he is quick to voice.
Autumn Ill
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Autumn ill and adored
You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries
When it has snowed
In the orchard trees
