Life poems

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Millenial Hymn to Lord Shiva

© Kathleen Raine

Earth no longer
hymns the Creator,
the seven days of wonder,
the Garden is over —

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Lament

© Kathleen Raine

Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,
Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?
Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,
Hidden is the heart.

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Ode on Intimations of Immortality

© William Wordsworth

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

The earth, and every common sight

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In the Beck

© Kathleen Raine

There is a fish, that quivers in the pool,
itself a shadow, but its shadow, clear.
Catch it again and again, it still is there.

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Help

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the task

Thus set before thee. If it proves at length,

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Robert the Bruce (To Douglas in Dying)

© Edwin Muir

'MY life is done, yet all remains,

The breath has gone, the image not,

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Change

© Kathleen Raine

Change
Said the sun to the moon,
You cannot stay.

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From the Antique

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

It's a weary life, it is, she said:
Doubly blank in a woman's lot:
I wish and I wish I were a man:
Or, better then any being, were not:

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The Convent Threshold

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,

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Twell De Night Is Pas'

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

ALL de night long twell de moon goes down,

Lovin' I set at huh feet,

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Proof

© Emily Dickinson

That I did always love,
I bring thee proof:
That till I loved
I did not love enough.

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Aloof

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

THE irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:--
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand

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The Three Enemies

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

"Sweet, thou art pale."
"More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore His Father's wrath for me."

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From “Later Life”

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

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We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:
Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.
We see the things we do not yearn to see

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Food In Travel

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind,

No longer would they serve my life to gild.

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To Ned

© Herman Melville

Nor less the satiate year impends
  When, wearying of routine-resorts,
The pleasure-hunter shall break loose,
  Ned, for our Pantheistic ports:--
Marquesas and glenned isles that be
Authentic Edens in a Pagan sea.

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The Perfect High

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone,
Facing another thousand years of talking to God alone.
"It seems, Lord", says Fats, "it’s always the same, old men or bright–eyed youth,
It’s always easier to sell them some shit than it is to give them the truth."

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The Right Honourable Edmund Burke

© William Lisle Bowles

Why mourns the ingenuous Moralist, whose mind

  Science has stored, and Piety refined,

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At Home

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

When I was dead, my spirit turned
To seek the much-frequented house:
I passed the door, and saw my friends
Feasting beneath green orange boughs;

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Goblin Market

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Laura stretched her gleaming neck
Like a rush-imbedded swan,
Like a lily from the beck,
Like a moonlit poplar branch,
Like a vessel at the launch
When its last restraint is gone.