Life poems

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At Euroma

© Henry Kendall

They built his mound of the rough, red ground,

By the dip of a desert dell,

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Astrophel And Stella-First Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,
Which now my breast o'ercharged to music lendeth?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only in you my song begins and endeth.

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Venetian Life

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

The meaning of somber and barren
Venetian life is clear to me:
Now she looks into a decrepit blue glass
With a cool smile.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book VI - Part 01 - Proem

© Lucretius

And since I've taught thee that the world's great vaults
Are mortal and that sky is fashioned
Of frame e'en born in time, and whatsoe'er
Therein go on and must perforce go on

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Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust

© Sir Philip Sidney

Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust,
And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:
Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings.

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Nughtingale And Cuckoo

© Alfred Austin

Yes, nightingale and cuckoo! it was meet

That you should come together; for ye twain

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Scented Herbage Of My Breast

© Walt Whitman

SCENTED herbage of my breast,

Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards,

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Lincoln

© John Gould Fletcher

Like a gaunt, scraggly pine
Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills;
And patiently, through dull years of bitter silence,
Untended and uncared for, starts to grow.

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Sun and Shadow

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,

 To the billows of foam-crested blue,

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A Nameless Grave

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"A soldier of the Union mustered out,"

  Is the inscription on an unknown grave

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Parousia

© Louise Gluck

Love of my life, you
Are lost and I am
Young again.

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A Poet's Epitaph

© Madison Julius Cawein

LIFE was unkind to him;
All things went wrong:
Fortune assigned to him
Merely a song.

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Dedication To Wilfred And Alice Meynell

© Francis Thompson

If the rose in meek duty

May dedicate humbly

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Parable Of Faith

© Louise Gluck

He is not
duplicitous; he has tried to be
true to the moment; is there another way of being
true to the self?

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Matins

© Louise Gluck

You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding. You ought to know
I'm never weeding, on my knees, pulling

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A Reading Of Life--With The Persuader

© George Meredith

So is it sung in any space
She fills, with laugh at shallow laws
Forbidding love's devised embrace,
The music Beauty from it draws.

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The Untrustworthy Speaker

© Louise Gluck

I know myself; I've learned to hear like a psychiatrist.
When I speak passionately,
That's when I'm least to be trusted.

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The Pond

© Louise Gluck

Night covers the pond with its wing.
Under the ringed moon I can make out
your face swimming among minnows and the small
echoing stars. In the night air
the surface of the pond is metal.

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Circe's Grief

© Louise Gluck

In the end, I made myself
Known to your wife as
A god would, in her own house, in
Ithaca, a voice