Life poems

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I Hardly Remember

© Robert Graves

I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you
floats in some remote current of my blood.
I carry you in my depths, trapped in the sludge
like one of those corpses the sea refuses to give up.

Death and Fame

© Allen Ginsberg

When I die

I don't care what happens to my body

Melancholy

© John Gould Fletcher

HENCE, all you vain delights,

As short as are the nights

Hence, All You Vain Delights from the Nice Valour

© John Gould Fletcher

Hence, all you vain delights,

As short as are the nights

to be a poet

© Florbela Espanca

To be a poet is to be louder , bigger
Than men! Biting as who kisses!
It is like being a beggar and to give whoever be
King of the Kingdom of Behind and Beyond Pain!

With Life's Tomorrow Time You Grasp

© Mihai Eminescu

With life's tomorrow time you grasp,
Its yesterdays you fling away,
And still, in spite of all remains
Its long eternity, today.

What Is Love..

© Mihai Eminescu

What is love ? A lifetime spent
Of days that pain does fill,
That thousand tears can't content,
But asks for tears still.

The Tale Of The Forest

© Mihai Eminescu

Mighty emperor is the forest,
High dominion does he wield,
And a thousand races prosper
'Neath the shelter of his shield.

Solitude

© Mihai Eminescu

With the curtains drawn together,
At my table of rough wood,
And the firelight flickering softly,
Do I fall to thoughtful mood.

Two candles, tall sentry, beside an earth mound,
A dream with wings broken that trail to the ground,
Loud flung from the belfry calamitous chime...
'Tis thus that you passed o'er the bound'ries of time.

Evening Star

© Mihai Eminescu

There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.

Ode to W. H. Channing

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honied thought
For the priest's cant,
Or statesman's rant.

Troilus And Cressida

© John Dryden

Can life be a blessing,

Or worth the possessing,

Dickinson Poems by Number

© Emily Dickinson

One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

Of Hope and Dinosaurs

Always, we searched in the stone river,

while the slaughterhouse was waiting for us,

An A.b.c

AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet

Low Tide on Grand Pré

A grievous stream, that to and fro
Athrough the fields of Acadie
Goes wandering, as if to know
Why one beloved face should be
So long from home and Acadie.

4. Song-In the Character of a Ruined Farmer

© Robert Burns

THE SUN he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retir?d to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And it’s O, fickle Fortune, O!