Life poems

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LIX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THE HAUNTED HOUSE
How loud the storm blew all that bitter night!
The loosened ivy tapping on the pane
Woke me and woke, again and yet again,

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Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting

© Anne Bradstreet

Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise,
But ah! It's not in me.
My sinking heart I pray Thee raise
So shall I give it Thee.

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The Touch

© Anne Sexton

The trouble is
that I'd let my gestures freeze.
The trouble was not
in the kitchen or the tulips
but only in my head, my head.

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Rapunzel

© Anne Sexton

As for Mother Gothel,
her heart shrank to the size of a pin,
never again to say: Hold me, my young dear,
hold me,
and only as she dreamed of the yellow hair
did moonlight sift into her mouth.

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Oh! Mr. Malthus!

© Stephen Leacock

  Turn back to Malthus as he walked o'er English Fields and Downs
  And walked at night the crooked Streets of crooked English Towns,
  Lifeless, undying, Shade or Man, as one that could not die
  A hundred years his Shadow fell, a hundred Years to lie,
  The Shadow on the Window Pane when Malthus' Ghost went by.

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At The Sign Of The Skull

© Madison Julius Cawein

_It's "Gallop and go!" and "Slow, now, slow!"
  With every man in this life below--
  But the things of this world are a fleeting show._

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Christmas Eve

© Anne Sexton

Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
I could not count the cost
of all your faces, your moods--
that present that I lost.

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Hurry Up Please It's Time

© Anne Sexton

What is death, I ask.
What is life, you ask.
I give them both my buttocks,
my two wheels rolling off toward Nirvana.

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Live

© Anne Sexton

Live or die, but don't poison everything...Well, death's been here
for a long time --
it has a hell of a lot
to do with hell

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Despair

© Anne Sexton

All right!
I'll take you along on the trip
where for so many years
my arms have been speechless

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The Fallen Angels

© Anne Sexton

O fallen angel,
the companion within me,
whisper something holy
before you pinch me
into the grave.

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Her Face.

© Robert Crawford

There is a something in her face
Which in no other I can trace,
And feelings sweet as music stir
When I gaze in her dreamy eyes,

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Sonnet. "But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile"

© Frances Anne Kemble

But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile

  The panting breath and hurrying steps of life,

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In The Midst Of Life…

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

All the long day the robin on the spray

Piped his sweet song

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Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

© Anne Sexton

No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,

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England's Answer

© Rudyard Kipling

Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban;
Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man.
Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare;
Stark as your sons shall be - stern as your fathers were.

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Just Once

© Anne Sexton

Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,

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Brueghel's Winter

© Walter de la Mare

But flame, nor ice, nor piercing rock,
Nor silence, as of a frozen sea,
Nor that slant inward infinite line
Of signboard, bird, and hill, and tree,
Give more than subtle hint of him
Who squandered here life's mystery.

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Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)

© Anne Sexton

Consider
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,

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Did I Not Say To You

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this


mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?”