Peace poems
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Me from Myself -- to banish --
© Emily Dickinson
Me from Myself -- to banish --
Had I Art --
Impregnable my Fortress
Unto All Heart --
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
© Emily Dickinson
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not feel the Anguish go --
But only knew by looking back --
That something -- had benumbed the Track --
It came at last but prompter Death
© Emily Dickinson
It came at last but prompter Death
Had occupied the House --
His pallid Furniture arranged
And his metallic Peace --
I had no Cause to be awake --
© Emily Dickinson
I had no Cause to be awake --
My Best -- was gone to sleep --
And Morn a new politeness took --
And failed to wake them up --
His Cheek is his Biographer --
© Emily Dickinson
His Cheek is his Biographer --
As long as he can blush
Perdition is Opprobrium --
Past that, he sins in peace --
After a hundred years
© Emily Dickinson
After a hundred years
Nobody knows the Place
Agony that enacted there
Motionless as Peace
A Sloop of Amber slips away
© Emily Dickinson
A Sloop of Amber slips away
Upon an Ether Sea,
And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,
The Son of Ecstasy --
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
© Emily Dickinson
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies --
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize --
It might be lonelier
© Emily Dickinson
It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness --
I'm so accustomed to my Fate --
Perhaps the Other -- Peace --
If pain for peace prepares
© Emily Dickinson
If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!
I many times thought Peace had come
© Emily Dickinson
I many times thought Peace had come
When Peace was far away --
As Wrecked Men -- deem they sight the Land --
At Centre of the Sea --
A Tooth upon Our Peace
© Emily Dickinson
A Tooth upon Our Peace
The Peace cannot deface --
Then Wherefore be the Tooth?
To vitalize the Grace --
The mob within the heart
© Emily Dickinson
The mob within the heart
Police cannot suppress
The riot given at the first
Is authorized as peace
On this wondrous sea
© Emily Dickinson
On this wondrous sea
Sailing silently,
Ho! Pilot, ho!
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar --
Where the storm is o'er?
Water, is taught by thirst.
© Emily Dickinson
Water, is taught by thirst.
Land -- by the Oceans passed.
Transport -- by throe --
Peace -- by its battles told --
Love, by Memorial Mold --
Birds, by the Snow.
The house where I was born (10)
© Yves Bonnefoy
And then life; and once again
A house where I was born. Around us
The granary above what once had been a church,
The gentle play of shadow from the dawn clouds,
A Sweltering Day In Australia
© Mark Twain
The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree,
Where fierce Mullengudgery's smothering fires
Far from the breezes of Coolgardie
Burn ghastly and blue as the day expires;
Irish Love Song
© Margaret Widdemer
Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me,
The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing free,
Far too clever a lover not to be having still
A lass in the town and a lass by the road and a lass by the farther hill --
Love on the field and love on the path and love in the woody glen --
(Lad, will I never see you, never your face again?)
Shema
© Primo Levi
You who live secure
In your warm houses
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:
Cantico del Sole
© Ezra Pound
The thought of what America would be like
If the Classics had a wide circulation
Troubles my sleep,
The thought of what America,
