Travel poems

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Studio Composition

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

Cup of WordsCrystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
Words of Lennon mixed
In a clay Klee fish bowl

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To The Accuser Who is The God of This World

© William Blake

Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan

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Never Seek to Tell thy Love

© William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

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Ah! Sun-Flower

© William Blake

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time.
Who countest the steps of the Sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.

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A Dream

© William Blake

Once a dream did weave a shade,
O'er my Angel-guarded bed.
That an Emmet lost it's way
Where on grass methought I lay.

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Love's Secret

© William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

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The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All The Sad Variety Of Travel

© Delmore Schwartz

A poem moves forward,
Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress
A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of repetetiveoccurrence

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In the Greenest of our Valleys

© Edgar Allan Poe

I.
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once fair and stately palace --

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The Haunted Palace

© Edgar Allan Poe

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace- reared its head.

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Dreamland

© Edgar Allan Poe

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

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Little Aggie

© Marriott Edgar

When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road
He made each one hold fast with his trunk
To the tail of the elephant walking in front
To stop them from doing a bunk.

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It Was Not Necessary To Study

© Regina Derieva

It was not necessary to study
the language
of a strange country;
anyway, it would be of no help.

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Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet

© Tony Hoagland

At this height, Kansas
is just a concept,
a checkerboard design of wheat and corn

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For The Anniversary Of My Death

© William Stanley Merwin

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star

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Juggling Jerry

© George Meredith

Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:
By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage.
It's nigh my last above the daisies:
My next leaf'll be man's blank page.

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A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa

© Richard Crashaw

Farewell then, all the world, adieu!
Teresa is no more for you.
Farewell all pleasures, sports, and joys,
Never till now esteemed toys!

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On An Old Roundel

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Death, from thy rigour a voice appealed,
And men still hear what the sweet cry saith,
Crying aloud in thine ears fast sealed,
Death.

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Mater Triumphalis

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Mother of man's time-travelling generations,
Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,
God above all Gods worshipped of all nations,
Light above light, law beyond law, thou art.

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Chorus

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

from Atalanta in CalydonWhen the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;

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Epilogue

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Between the wave-ridge and the strand
I let you forth in sight of land,
Songs that with storm-crossed wings and eyes
Strain eastward till the darkness dies;