Society poems

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Peach Blossom Journey

© Wang Wei

Fishing boat pursue water love hill spring
Both banks peach blossom arrive ancient river crossing
Travel look red tree not know far
Travel furthest blue stream not see people

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To Ellen, At The South

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

The green grass is growing,
The morning wind is in it,
'Tis a tune worth the knowing,
Though it change every minute.

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Alphonso Of Castile

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

I Alphonso live and learn,
Seeing nature go astern.
Things deteriorate in kind,
Lemons run to leaves and rind,

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instinct

© Jonathan Bohrn

she is
so intense in her fear:
her nostrils quiver
at the scent of society's danger;

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The Sudden Light And The Trees

© Stephen Dunn

My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog
and wife beater.
In bad dreams I killed him

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Hymn 152

© Isaac Watts

Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke;

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Learning by Doing

© Howard Nemerov

They're taking down a tree at the front door,
The power saw is snarling at some nerves,
Whining at others. Now and then it grunts,
And sawdust falls like snow or a drift of seeds.

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We miss Her, not because We see --

© Emily Dickinson

We miss Her, not because We see --
The Absence of an Eye --
Except its Mind accompany
Abridge Society

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The grave my little cottage is,

© Emily Dickinson

The grave my little cottage is,
Where "Keeping house" for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.

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Society for me my misery

© Emily Dickinson

Society for me my misery
Since Gift of Thee --

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Pain has but one Acquaintance

© Emily Dickinson

Pain has but one Acquaintance
And that is Death --
Each one unto the other
Society enough.

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Conscious am I in my Chamber,

© Emily Dickinson

Conscious am I in my Chamber,
Of a shapeless friend --
He doth not attest by Posture --
Nor Confirm -- by Word --

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Never for Society

© Emily Dickinson

Never for Society
He shall seek in vain --
Who His own acquaintance
Cultivate -- Of Men
Wiser Men may weary --
But the Man within

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I went to Heaven

© Emily Dickinson

I went to Heaven --
'Twas a small Town --
Lit -- with a Ruby --
Lathed -- with Down --

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There is a solitude of space

© Emily Dickinson

There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be

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The Soul selects her own Society

© Emily Dickinson

The Soul selects her own Society --
Then -- shuts the Door --
To her divine Majority --
Present no more --

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Hidden

© Constantine Cavafy

From all I've done and all I've said
let them not seek to find who I've been.
An obstacle stood and transformed
my acts and way of my life.

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Hidden Things

© Constantine Cavafy

Let them not seek to discover who I was
from all that I have done and said.
An obstacle was there that transformed
the deeds and the manner of my life.

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Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror

© John Ashbery

As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,