Alone poems
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Sonnet: On The Death Of Prince Henry
© George Wither
Methought his royal person did foretell
A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear;
This Aloneness
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.
To be one with the truth for just a moment,
Is worth more than the world and life itself.
Costanza
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fell
Thro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,
And with its rich, deep, melancholy glow
Flushing her cheek and pale Madonna brow,
the eyes that haunt me
© Rg Gregory
there are eyes that refuse to exist
in the fresh air - they are invented
by the lies of paint or make their mark
in a memory that had a truth
to feed on but only by distortion
The Circus
© Kenneth Koch
Noel Lee was in Paris then but usually out of it
In Germany or Denmark giving a concert
As part of an endless activity
Which was either his career or his happiness or a combination of both
Or neither I remember his dark eyes looking he was nervous
With me perhaps because of our days at Harvard.
Little all-aloney
© Eugene Field
Little All-Aloney's feet
Pitter-patter in the hall,
And his mother runs to meet
And to kiss her toddling sweet,
Aloneness
© Ian Emberson
Loneliness and aloneness
they are not the samefor the shell of the mind
hears echoes of many seasit hears the calling of gulls
from this savage skyand an ebbing tide
