Morning poems

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Written among the Euganean Hills North Italy

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

MANY a green isle needs must be


In the deep wide sea of Misery,

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Hymn to the Spirit of Nature

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

LIFE of Life! thy lips enkindle
With their love the breath between them;
And thy smiles before they dwindle
Make the cold air fire: then screen them
In those locks where whoso gazes 5
Faints entangled in their mazes.

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So I Say GOODBYE

© Tupac Shakur

Im going in 2 this not knowing what i"ll find
but I've decided 2 follow my heart and abandon my mind
and if there be pain i know that at least i gave my all
and it's better to have loved and lost than 2 not love at all
in the morning i may wake 2 smile or maybe 2 cry
but first to those of my past i must say goodbye

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Passing away, saith the World

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Passing away, saith the World, passing away:

Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day:

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God

© Isaac Rosenberg

In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,

Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned!

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The Second Elegy

© Rainer Maria Rilke

If only we too could discover a pure contained
human place our own strip of fruit-bearing soil
between river and rock. For our own heart always exceeds us
as theirs did. And we can no longer follow it gazing
into images that soothe it into the godlike bodies
where measured more greatly if achieves a greater repose.

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Two Songs

© Adrienne Rich

1.

Sex, as they harshly call it,

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Stepping Backward

© Adrienne Rich

Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow,

Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by.

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Snapshots of a Daughter-In-Law

© Adrienne Rich

You, once a belle in Shreveport,
with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud,
still have your dresses copied from that time,
and play a Chopin prelude
called by Cortot: "Delicious recollections
float like perfume through the memory."

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Living In Sin

© Adrienne Rich

She had thought the studio would keep itself;

no dust upon the furniture of love.

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Song of Sorrow

© Olu Oguibe


I shall sing you a song of
Sorrow when the moment comes.
It is the way of poets.

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Modern Love XLVI: At Last We Parley

© George Meredith

At last we parley: we so strangely dumb

In such a close communion! It befell

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Eugenia Todd

© Edgar Lee Masters

Have any of you, passers-by,

Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?

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Song of the Silent Land

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(Lied: Ins Stille Land)


BY JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS

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Paul Revere's Ride

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

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The Lights of Cobb and Co

© Henry Lawson

Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men;

A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then;

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Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

© Omar Khayyám

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light.

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Death and Fame

© Allen Ginsberg

When I die

I don't care what happens to my body

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Sleep

© John Gould Fletcher

she was a short one

getting fat and she had once been

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to be a poet

© Florbela Espanca

To be a poet is to be louder , bigger
Than men! Biting as who kisses!
It is like being a beggar and to give whoever be
King of the Kingdom of Behind and Beyond Pain!