Life poems

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We Must Get Home

© James Whitcomb Riley

We must get home! How could we stray like this?--
So far from home, we know not where it is,--
Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place
Of children's faces--and the mother's face--
We dimly dream it, till the vision clears
Even in the eyes of fancy, glad with tears.

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Dreams Nascent

© David Herbert Lawrence

My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes
Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm;
An endless tapestry the past has women drapes
The halls of my life, compelling my soul to conform.

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Advent Hymn

© Ada Cambridge

Another mile-a year
Pass'd by for ever! And the warnings swell
From upper heaven to darkest depths of hell,-
 O we are drawing near!

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Submergence

© David Herbert Lawrence

When along the pavement,
Palpitating flames of life,
People flicker round me,
I forget my bereavement,
The gap in the great constellation,
The place where a star used to be.

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Reflections From The Flash Of A Meteor

© George Moses Horton

So teach me to regard my day,
How small a point my life appears;
One gleam to death the whole betrays,
A momentary flash of years.

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Dolor of Autumn

© David Herbert Lawrence

The acrid scents of autumn,
Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn
And the snore of the night in my ear.

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The Borough. Letter VII: Professions--Physic

© George Crabbe

power;"
"I fear to die;"--"Let not your spirits sink,
You're always safe, while you believe and drink."
  How strange to add, in this nefarious trade,
That men of parts are dupes by dunces made:
That creatures, nature meant should clean our

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The Virgin Mother

© David Herbert Lawrence

My little love, my darling,
You were a doorway to me;
You let me out of the confines
Into this strange countrie,
Where people are crowded like thistles,
Yet are shapely and comely to see.

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Confessions

© Kathleen Raine

Wanting to know all
I overlooked each particle
Containing the whole
Unknowable.

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Dreams Old

© David Herbert Lawrence

I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill
Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon
Is full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still
In a wistful dream of Lorna Doone.

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Mating

© David Herbert Lawrence

Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind,
The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky,
And see, where the budding hazels are thinned,
The wild anemones lie
In undulating shivers beneath the wind.

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Craving for Spring

© David Herbert Lawrence

I trample on the snowdrops, it gives me pleasure to tread down the jonquils,
to destroy the chill Lent lilies;
for I am sick of them, their faint-bloodedness,
slow-blooded, icy-fleshed, portentous.

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Life Rounded With Sleep

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

The babe is at peace within the womb;
The corpse is at rest within the tomb:
We begin in what we end.

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Restlessness

© David Herbert Lawrence

At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night,
Hold my hand to catch the raindrops, that slant into sight,
Arriving grey from the darkness above suddenly into the light of the room.
I will escape from the hollow room, the box of light,
And be out in the bewildering darkness, which is always fecund, which might
Mate my hungry soul with a germ of its womb.

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Dissolute

© David Herbert Lawrence

Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained
In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine.

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Listening

© David Herbert Lawrence

I listen to the stillness of you,
My dear, among it all;
I feel your silence touch my words as I talk,
And take them in thrall.

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Sonnet XXVIII: Reign In My Thoughts

© Samuel Daniel

Reign in my thoughts, fair hand, sweet eye, rare voice:

Possess me whole, my heart's triumvirate;

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Worm Either Way

© David Herbert Lawrence

If you live along with all the other people
and are just like them, and conform, and are nice
you're just a worm --

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In The Forest

© Sarojini Naidu

HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.

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Monologue of a Mother

© David Herbert Lawrence

This is the last of all, this is the last!
I must hold my hands, and turn my face to the fire,
I must watch my dead days fusing together in dross,
Shape after shape, and scene after scene from my past
Fusing to one dead mass in the sinking fire
Where the ash on the dying coals grows swiftly, like heavy moss.