Society poems
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Peach Blossom Journey
© Wang Wei
Fishing boat pursue water love hill spring
Both banks peach blossom arrive ancient river crossing
Travel look red tree not know far
Travel furthest blue stream not see people
To Ellen, At The South
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
The green grass is growing,
The morning wind is in it,
'Tis a tune worth the knowing,
Though it change every minute.
Alphonso Of Castile
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
I Alphonso live and learn,
Seeing nature go astern.
Things deteriorate in kind,
Lemons run to leaves and rind,
instinct
© Jonathan Bohrn
she is
so intense in her fear:
her nostrils quiver
at the scent of society's danger;
The Sudden Light And The Trees
© Stephen Dunn
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog
and wife beater.
In bad dreams I killed him
Hymn 152
© Isaac Watts
Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke;
Learning by Doing
© Howard Nemerov
They're taking down a tree at the front door,
The power saw is snarling at some nerves,
Whining at others. Now and then it grunts,
And sawdust falls like snow or a drift of seeds.
We miss Her, not because We see --
© Emily Dickinson
We miss Her, not because We see --
The Absence of an Eye --
Except its Mind accompany
Abridge Society
The grave my little cottage is,
© Emily Dickinson
The grave my little cottage is,
Where "Keeping house" for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.
Pain has but one Acquaintance
© Emily Dickinson
Pain has but one Acquaintance
And that is Death --
Each one unto the other
Society enough.
Conscious am I in my Chamber,
© Emily Dickinson
Conscious am I in my Chamber,
Of a shapeless friend --
He doth not attest by Posture --
Nor Confirm -- by Word --
Never for Society
© Emily Dickinson
Never for Society
He shall seek in vain --
Who His own acquaintance
Cultivate -- Of Men
Wiser Men may weary --
But the Man within
I went to Heaven
© Emily Dickinson
I went to Heaven --
'Twas a small Town --
Lit -- with a Ruby --
Lathed -- with Down --
There is a solitude of space
© Emily Dickinson
There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
The Soul selects her own Society
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul selects her own Society --
Then -- shuts the Door --
To her divine Majority --
Present no more --
Hidden
© Constantine Cavafy
From all I've done and all I've said
let them not seek to find who I've been.
An obstacle stood and transformed
my acts and way of my life.
Hidden Things
© Constantine Cavafy
Let them not seek to discover who I was
from all that I have done and said.
An obstacle was there that transformed
the deeds and the manner of my life.
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror
© John Ashbery
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,
