Life poems

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The Earth

© Anne Sexton

God loafs around heaven,
without a shape
but He would like to smoke His cigar
or bite His fingernails
and so forth.

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Sonnet 154: "The little Love-god lying once asleep,..."

© William Shakespeare

The little Love-god lying once asleep,

Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,

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The Child Bearers

© Anne Sexton

Jean, death comes close to us all,
flapping its awful wings at us
and the gluey wings crawl up our nose.
Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs,

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The Revolution

© George Meredith

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Not yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,

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The Fury Of Sunsets

© Anne Sexton

Something
cold is in the air,
an aura of ice
and phlegm.

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Attainment

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Do not miss the purpose of this life,
and do not wait for circumstance
to mold or change your fate.
In your own self lies destiny.

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A Contemplation

© Anne Kingsmill Finch

Then let my Contemplation soar
 And Heav'n my Subject be
Though low on Earth in nature poor
 Some prospect we may see

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The Evil Eye

© Anne Sexton

It comes oozing
out of flowers at night,
it comes out of the rain
if a snake looks skyward,

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You, Doctor Martin

© Anne Sexton

You, Doctor Martin, walk
from breakfast to madness. Late August,
I speed through the antiseptic tunnel
where the moving dead still talk

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The Fury Of Beautiful Bones

© Anne Sexton

Sing me a thrush, bone.
Sing me a nest of cup and pestle.
Sing me a sweetbread fr an old grandfather.
Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for you are my love.

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An Autumnal Extravaganza

© James Whitcomb Riley

With a sweeter voice than birds

  Dare to twitter in their sleep,

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The Big Boots Of Pain

© Anne Sexton

There can be certain potions
needled in the clock
for the body's fall from grace,
to untorture and to plead for.

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Rowing

© Anne Sexton

As the African says:
This is my tale which I have told,
if it be sweet, if it be not sweet,
take somewhere else and let some return to me.
This story ends with me still rowing.

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The Break Away

© Anne Sexton

I pray it will know truth,
if truth catches in its cup
and yet I pray, as a child would,
that the surgery take.

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Doubtful Dreams

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Aye, snows are rife in December,

And sheaves are in August yet,

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Cripples And Other Stories

© Anne Sexton

My doctor, the comedian
I called you every time
and made you laugh yourself
when I wrote this silly rhyme...

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The Sufi In The City

© Sir Henry Newbolt

When late I watched the arrows of the sleet
Against the windows of the Tavern beat,
  I heard a Rose that murmured from her Pot:
"Why trudge thy fellows yonder in the Street?

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Frenzy

© Anne Sexton

I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God

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Lines. "Upon the altar of my life there lies"

© Frances Anne Kemble

Upon the altar of my life there lies

  A costly offering: its price I know;

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The Room Of My Life

© Anne Sexton

Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,