Strength poems

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The Goblet of Life

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Filled is Life's goblet to the brim;
And though my eyes with tears are dim,
I see its sparkling bubbles swim,
And chant a melancholy hymn
With solemn voice and slow.

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The Wreck of the Hesperus

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.

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Beyond Limitations

© Robert M. Hensel

Placing one foot in front of the other, I've climbed to higher lenghts

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How Shall My Animal

© Dylan Thomas

How shall my animal
Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull,
Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell,
Endure burial under the spelling wall,

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I Dreamed My Genesis

© Dylan Thomas

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking
Through the rotating shell, strong
As motor muscle on the drill, driving
Through vision and the girdered nerve.

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You see I cannot see -- your lifetime

© Emily Dickinson

You see I cannot see -- your lifetime --
I must guess --
How many times it ache for me -- today -- Confess --
How many times for my far sake

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Two Travellers perishing in Snow

© Emily Dickinson

Two Travellers perishing in Snow
The Forests as they froze
Together heard them strengthening
Each other with the words

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They say that "Time assuages" --

© Emily Dickinson

They say that "Time assuages" --
Time never did assuage --
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age --

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There is strength in proving that it can be borne

© Emily Dickinson

There is strength in proving that it can be borne
Although it tear --
What are the sinews of such cordage for
Except to bear
The ship might be of satin had it not to fight --
To walk on seas requires cedar Feet

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A Word made Flesh is seldom

© Emily Dickinson

A Word made Flesh is seldom
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook

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Which misses most,

© Emily Dickinson

Which misses most,
The hand that tends,
Or heart so gently borne,
'Tis twice as heavy as it was
Because the hand is gone?

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Savior! I've no one else to tell

© Emily Dickinson

Savior! I've no one else to tell --
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so --
Dost thou remember me?

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Not to discover weakness is

© Emily Dickinson

Not to discover weakness is
The Artifice of strength --
Impregnability inheres
As much through Consciousness

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I haven't told my garden yet

© Emily Dickinson

I haven't told my garden yet --
Lest that should conquer me.
I haven't quite the strength now
To break it to the Bee --

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An Old Man

© Constantine Cavafy

At the back of the noisy café
bent over a table sits an old man;
a newspaper in front of him, without company.

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Shema

© Primo Levi

You who live secure
In your warm houses
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:

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Fire

© Dorothea Mackellar

This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly.

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Two Octaves

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

INot by the grief that stuns and overwhelms
All outward recognition of revealed
And righteous omnipresence are the days
Of most of us affrighted and diseased,

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The Book of Annandale

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

IPartly to think, more to be left alone,
George Annandale said something to his friends—
A word or two, brusque, but yet smoothed enough
To suit their funeral gaze—and went upstairs;

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Rembrandt to Rembrandt

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

(AMSTERDAM, 1645)
And there you are again, now as you are.
Observe yourself as you discern yourself
In your discredited ascendency;