Time poems
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Nostos
© Louise Gluck
There was an apple tree in the yard --
this would have been
forty years ago -- behind,
only meadows. Drifts
Fortune Of War
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
NOUGHT more accursed in war I know
Than getting off scot-free;
Parable Of The Dove
© Louise Gluck
A dove lived in a village.
When it opened its mouth
sweetness came out, sound
like a silver light around
the cherry bough. But
the dove wasn't satisfied.
Penelope's Song
© Louise Gluck
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one,
Do now as I bid you, climb
The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree;
Wait at the top, attentive, like
The Wish
© Louise Gluck
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
Science
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Alone I climb the steep ascending path
Which leads to knowledge. In the babbling throngs
A Fantasy
© Louise Gluck
I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
trying to decide about this new life.
Channing
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Not vainly did old poets tell,
Nor vainly did old genius paint
God's great and crowning miracle,
The hero and the saint!
Saints
© Louise Gluck
In our family, there were two saints,
my aunt and my grandmother.
But their lives were different.
First Memory
© Louise Gluck
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was--
Odysseus' Decision
© Louise Gluck
The great man turns his back on the island.
Now he will not die in paradise
nor hear again
the lutes of paradise among the olive trees,
by the clear pools under the cypresses. Time
Ploughman Singing
© John Clare
Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met
Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,
The Wave. (From The German Of Tiedge)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Whither, thou turbid wave?
Whither, with so much haste,
As if a thief wert thou?"
Inferno Canto 01
© Dante Alighieri
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
ch? la diritta via era smarrita .
Inferno Canto03
© Dante Alighieri
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente,
per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente .
Inferno (English)
© Dante Alighieri
CANTO I
ONE night, when half my life behind me lay,
I wandered from the straight lost path afar.
Through the great dark was no releasing way;
Trout Fishing in America
© Richard Brautigan
KNOCK ON WOOD (PART TWO)
One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland,
The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem
© Richard Brautigan
For Marcia
Because you always have a clock
strapped to your body, it's natural
that I should think of you as the
