Faith poems

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Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,
Of light and love the tempers of the heart,
Whack their boys' limbs,
And, winding-footed in their shawl and sheet,
Groom the dark brides, the widows of the night
Fold in their arms.

When, Like A Running Grave

© Dylan Thomas

When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,
Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,
Love in her gear is slowly through the house,
Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse,
Hauled to the dome,

Where Once The Waters Of Your Face

© Dylan Thomas

Where once the waters of your face
Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows,
The dead turns up its eye;
Where once the mermen through your ice
Pushed up their hair, the dry wind steers
Through salt and root and roe.

Poem On His Birthday

© Dylan Thomas

In the mustardseed sun,
By full tilt river and switchback sea
Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

© Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

When I count the seeds

© Emily Dickinson

When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath,
To bloom so, bye and bye --

What I see not, I better see --

© Emily Dickinson

What I see not, I better see --
Through Faith -- my Hazel Eye
Has periods of shutting --
But, No lid has Memory --

Warm in her Hand these accents lie

© Emily Dickinson

Warm in her Hand these accents lie
While faithful and afar
The Grace so awkward for her sake
Its fond subjection wear --

Unfulfilled to Observation --

© Emily Dickinson

Unfulfilled to Observation --
Incomplete -- to Eye --
But to Faith -- a Revolution
In Locality --

Triumph -- may be of several kinds

© Emily Dickinson

Triumph -- may be of several kinds --
There's Triumph in the Room
When that Old Imperator -- Death --
By Faith

To lose one's faith -- surpass

© Emily Dickinson

To lose one's faith -- surpass
The loss of an Estate --
Because Estates can be
Replenished -- faith cannot --

Through the strait pass of suffering --

© Emily Dickinson

Through the strait pass of suffering --
The Martyrs -- even -- trod.
Their feet -- upon Temptations --
Their faces -- upon God --

The sweetest Heresy received

© Emily Dickinson

The sweetest Heresy received
That Man and Woman know --
Each Other's Convert --
Though the Faith accommodate but Two --

The Lilac is an ancient shrub

© Emily Dickinson

The Lilac is an ancient shrub
But ancienter than that
The Firmamental Lilac
Upon the Hill tonight --

The Child's faith is new --

The Child's faith is new --
Whole -- like His Principle --
Wide -- like the Sunrise
On fresh Eyes --

That she forgot me was the least

That she forgot me was the least
I felt it second pain
That I was worthy to forget
Was most I thought upon.

Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten

Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten
Tell -- this Day endures
Ruddy as that coeval Apple
The Tradition bears --

Superfluous were the Sun

Superfluous were the Sun
When Excellence be dead
He were superfluous every Day
For every Day be said

Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove

Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove --
Till we -- are stouter --
What they -- renounced --
Till we -- are less afraid --

Peace is a fiction of our Faith --

Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
The Bells a Winter Night
Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound
That never did alight.