Trust poems

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She laid her docile Crescent down

© Emily Dickinson

She laid her docile Crescent down
And this confiding Stone
Still states to Dates that have forgot
The News that she is gone --

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Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!

© Emily Dickinson

Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!
When they dislocate my Brain!
Amputate my freckled Bosom!
Make me bearded like a man!

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Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?

© Emily Dickinson

Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not Death -- for who is He?
The Porter of my Father's Lodge
As much abasheth me!

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I often passed the village

© Emily Dickinson

I often passed the village
When going home from school --
And wondered what they did there --
And why it was so still --

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"Heavenly Father" -- take to thee

© Emily Dickinson

"Heavenly Father" -- take to thee
The supreme iniquity
Fashioned by thy candid Hand
In a moment contraband --

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To fight aloud, is very brave

© Emily Dickinson

To fight aloud, is very brave --
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe --

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Could live -- did live

© Emily Dickinson

Could live -- did live --
Could die -- did die --
Could smile upon the whole
Through faith in one he met not,
To introduce his soul.

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Death is a Dialogue between

© Emily Dickinson

Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir
I have another Trust" --

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I robbed the Woods

© Emily Dickinson

I robbed the Woods --
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses

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Wallace Stevens On His Way To Work

© David Wagoner

He would leave early and walk slowly
As if balancing books
On the way to school, already expecting
To be tardy once again and heavy

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The Aged Pilot Man

© Mark Twain

On the Erie Canal, it was,
All on a summer's day,
I sailed forth with my parents
Far away to Albany.

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Unto Us...

© Spike Milligan

Somewhere at some time
They committed themselves to me
And so, I was!
Small, but I WAS!

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The Fathers

© Edwin Muir

Our fathers all were poor,
Poorer our fathers' fathers;
Beyond, we dare not look.
We, the sons, keep store

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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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Soulstrong;/breakaway

© Siddharth Anand

Abandon the past
Throw away the baggage
Suffer no more. avast(stop now)

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Ezra on the Strike

© Ezra Pound

Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round.
With the price of turkeys on the bound,
And coal, by gum! Thet were just found,
Is surely gettin' cheaper.

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The Three Taverns

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.—(Acts xxviii, 15)
Herodion, Apelles, Amplias,
And Andronicus? Is it you I see—
At last? And is it you now that are gazing

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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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Sainte-Nitouche

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

Though not for common praise of him,
Nor yet for pride or charity,
Still would I make to Vanderberg
One tribute for his memory:

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Nimmo

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

Since you remember Nimmo, and arrive
At such a false and florid and far drawn
Confusion of odd nonsense, I connive
No longer, though I may have led you on.