Fear poems
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An Evening Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penetential Cries
© Jupiter Hammon
Salvation comes by Christ alone,
The only Son of God;
Redemption now to every one,
That love his holy Word.
Author's Prologue
© Dylan Thomas
This day winding down now
At God speeded summer's end
In the torrent salmon sun,
In my seashaken house
There Was A Saviour
© Dylan Thomas
There was a saviour
Rarer than radium,
Commoner than water, crueller than truth;
Children kept from the sun
All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever
© Dylan Thomas
All all and all the dry worlds lever,
Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,
All from the oil, the pound of lava.
City of spring, the governed flower,
Turns in the earth that turns the ashen
Towns around on a wheel of fire.
Twenty-Four Years
© Dylan Thomas
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
Sewing a shroud for a journey
I Have Longed To Move Away
© Dylan Thomas
I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors' continual cry
Growing more terrible as the day
If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love
© Dylan Thomas
If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
Elegy
© Dylan Thomas
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
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.
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so
© Emily Dickinson
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so --
So sick -- to guess --
So strong -- to know --
So brave -- upon its little Bed
Who occupies this House?
© Emily Dickinson
Who occupies this House?
A Stranger I must judge
Since No one know His Circumstance --
'Tis well the name and age
While we were fearing it, it came --
© Emily Dickinson
While we were fearing it, it came --
But came with less of fear
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it fair --
When they come back -- if Blossoms do --
© Emily Dickinson
When they come back -- if Blossoms do --
I always feel a doubt
If Blossoms can be born again
When once the Art is out --
When I hoped, I recollect
© Emily Dickinson
When I hoped, I recollect
Just the place I stood --
At a Window facing West --
Roughest Air -- was good --
When I hoped I feared --
© Emily Dickinson
When I hoped I feared --
Since I hoped I dared
Everywhere alone
As a Church remain --
We do not play on Graves
© Emily Dickinson
We do not play on Graves --
Because there isn't Room --
Besides -- it isn't even -- it slants
And People come --
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
© Emily Dickinson
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
True, like the Tomb,
Who tells no secret
Told to Him --
Time feels so vast that were it not
© Emily Dickinson
Time feels so vast that were it not
For an Eternity --
I fear me this Circumference
Engross my Finity --
The Soul unto itself
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend --
Or the most agonizing Spy --
An Enemy -- could send --
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
© Emily Dickinson
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
With but a single Star --
That often as a Cloud it met --
Blew out itself -- for fear --
