Age poems
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To-Day, This Insect
© Dylan Thomas
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe,
Now that my symbols have outelbowed space,
Time at the city spectacles, and half
The dear, daft time I take to nudge the sentence,
In My Craft Or Sullen Art
© Dylan Thomas
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
V
© Tony Harrison
Next millennium you'll have to search quite hard
to find my slab behind the family dead,
butcher, publican, and baker, now me, bard
adding poetry to their beef, beer and bread.
The Gentian has a parched Corolla --
© Emily Dickinson
When most is part -- it comes --
Nor isolate it seems
Its Bond its Friend --
To fill its Fringed career
And aid an aged Year
Abundant end --
Some, too fragile for winter winds
© Emily Dickinson
Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Satisfaction -- is the Agent
© Emily Dickinson
Satisfaction -- is the Agent
Of Satiety --
Want -- a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.
Pain -- expands the Time --
© Emily Dickinson
Pain -- expands the Time --
Ages coil within
The minute Circumference
Of a single Brain --
Not all die early, dying young --
© Emily Dickinson
Not all die early, dying young --
Maturity of Fate
Is consummated equally
In Ages, or a Night --
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election!
© Emily Dickinson
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election!
Mine -- by the Royal Seal!
Mine -- by the Sign in the Scarlet prison --
Bars -- cannot conceal!
Just lost, when I was saved!
© Emily Dickinson
Just lost, when I was saved!
Just felt the world go by!
Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the disappointed tide!
I meant to have but modest needs
© Emily Dickinson
I meant to have but modest needs --
Such as Content -- and Heaven --
Within my income -- these could lie
And Life and I -- keep even --
I bring an unaccustomed wine
© Emily Dickinson
I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching
Next to mine,
And summon them to drink;
How fits his Umber Coat
© Emily Dickinson
How fits his Umber Coat
The Tailor of the Nut?
Combined without a seam
Like Raiment of a Dream --
Bound -- a trouble
© Emily Dickinson
Bound -- a trouble --
And lives can bear it!
Limit -- how deep a bleeding go!
So -- many -- drops -- of vital scarlet --
Deal with the soul
As with Algebra!
A feather from the Whippoorwill
© Emily Dickinson
A feather from the Whippoorwill
That everlasting -- sings!
Whose galleries -- are Sunrise --
Whose Opera -- the Springs --
The Gentian weaves her fringes
© Emily Dickinson
The Gentian weaves her fringes --
The Maple's loom is red --
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.
Shells from the Coast mistaking --
© Emily Dickinson
Shells from the Coast mistaking --
I cherished them for All --
Happening in After Ages
To entertain a Pearl --
Ah, Teneriffe!
© Emily Dickinson
Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages -- pause for you --
Sunset -- reviews her Sapphire Regiment --
Day -- drops you her Red Adieu!
The Aged Pilot Man
© Mark Twain
On the Erie Canal, it was,
All on a summer's day,
I sailed forth with my parents
Far away to Albany.
Envoys From Alexandria
© Constantine Cavafy
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi
as these that had been sent by the two brothers,
the rival Ptolemaic kings. After they had received them
however, the priests were uneasy about the oracle. They will need
