Life poems

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The Deserted Palace

© Robert Laurence Binyon

``My feet are dead, the cold rain beats my face!''
``Courage, sweet love, this tempest is our friend!''
``Yet oh, shall we not rest a little space?
This city sleeps; some corner may defend

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Senlin: His Dark Origins

© Conrad Aiken

He lights his pipe with a pointed flame.
'Yet, there were many autumns before I came,
And many springs. And more will come, long after
There is no horn for me, or song, or laughter.

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The Birds by Linda Pastan: American Life in Poetry #86 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Linda Pastan, who lives in Maryland, is a master of the kind of water-clear writing that enables us to see into the depths. This is a poem about migrating birds, but also about how it feels to witness the passing of another year.


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Nocturne Of Remembered Spring

© Conrad Aiken

I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees,
Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall
And through the evening fall,
Clearly, as if through enchanted seas,

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The Last Blossom

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THOUGH young no more, we still would dream
Of beauty's dear deluding wiles;
The leagues of life to graybeards seem
Shorter than boyhood's lingering miles.

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Sonnet. "I cannot sleep for thinking of thy face"

© Frances Anne Kemble

I cannot sleep for thinking of thy face,

  Which thrusts itself between the dark and me,

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Improvisations: Light And Snow

© Conrad Aiken

How many times have I sat here,
How many times will I sit here again,
Thinking these same things over and over in solitude
As a child says over and over
The first word he has learned to say.

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Life's Lesson Book

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and Fate
The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf
My teacher turned the page and bade me wait.
"Learn first," she said, "love's grief";
And o'er and o'er through many a long tomorrow
She kept me conning that sad page of sorrow.

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A Letter From Li Po

© Conrad Aiken

Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind
announces autumn, and the equinox
rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon.
Somewhere beyond the Gorge Li Po is gone,

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One Hour Ater The Dance Of Death

© Franz Werfel

I lay in the abyss, where twisting squeezing
The lowest form of life pushed itself peristaltically.
Where slippery and slimy worm and eel entwined,
I was a worm myself, overwhelmed with exhaustion.

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Sweethearts

© Dame Mary Gilmore

IT’S gettin’ bits o’ posies,
’N’ feelin’ mighty good;
A-thrillin’ ’cause she loves you,
An’ wond’rin’ why she should;

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Of The Dangers Attending Altruism On The High Seas.

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Observe these Pirates bold and gay,
  That sail a gory sea:
  Notice their bright expression:--
  The handsome one is me.

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The Works of God

© George Sandys

Great God! how manifold, how infinite

Are all Thy works! with what a clear foresight

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Rules and visions

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

Life counts
the rules;
the sunset, their exceptions.
Rain drinks up

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The Enthusiast, or the Lover of Nature

© Joseph Warton

Ye green-rob'd Dryads, oft' at dusky Eve

By wondering Shepherds seen, to Forests brown,

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The Brewing Of Soma

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke
Up through the green wood curled;
"Bring honey from the hollow oak,
Bring milky sap," the brewers spoke,
In the childhood of the world.

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To A Star

© Frances Anne Kemble

Thou little star, that in the purple clouds

  Hang'st, like a dewdrop, in a violet bed;

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Grandad And A Pramload Of Clocks

© John Lindley

Wheeling them in,
the yard gate at half-mast
with its ticking hinge,
the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs,

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An Answer

© George Frederick Cameron

So, say:–It must be good to die, my friend!
  It must be good and more than good, I deem;
'Tis all the replication I may send–
  For deeper swimming seek a deeper stream.