CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on April 9, 2012 by magda
A Silent Love
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat;The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,And bees have stings, although they be not great;Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;And love is love, in beggars and in kings.
Where...
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Posted on April 9, 2012 by magda
If We Must Part
If we must part,Then let it be like this;Not heart on heart,Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss;But touch mine hand andsay;‘Until tomorrow or some other day,If we must part.’
Words are so weakWhen love hath been sostrong:Let silence speak:
‘Life is a little while, and love is...
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Posted on April 8, 2012 by magda
There is a Garden in Her Face
There is a Garden in her face, Where Roses and white Lillies grow ; A heau’nly paradice is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits doe flow. There Cherries grow, which none may buy Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry.
Those Cherries fayrely doe enclose...
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Posted on April 5, 2012 by magda
An Easter Carol
Spring bursts to-day,For Christ is risen and all the earth’s at play.Flash forth, thou Sun,The rain is over and gone, its work is done.Winter is past,Sweet Spring is come at last, is come at last.Bud, Fig and Vine,Bud, Olive, fat with fruit and oil and wine.Break forth this...
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Posted on April 3, 2012 by magda
One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, and...
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Posted on April 1, 2012 by magda
God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird God gave a loaf to every bird,But just a crumb to me;I dare not eat it, though I starve,–My poignant luxuryTo own it, touch it, prove the featThat made the pellet mine,–Too happy in my sparrow chanceFor ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around,I...
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Posted on April 1, 2012 by magda
If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
Emily Dickinson
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Posted on April 1, 2012 by magda
An Altered look About the Hills
An altered look about the hills—A Tyrian light the village fills—A wider sunrise in the morn—A deeper twilight on the lawn—A print of a vermillion foot—A purple finger on the slope—A flippant fly upon the pane—A spider at his trade again—An added strut in Chanticleer—A...
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Posted on April 1, 2012 by magda
Dear March – Come In
Dear March – Come in – How glad I am –I hoped for you before –Put down your Hat – You must have walked –How out of Breath you are – Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –Did you leave Nature well – Oh...
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Posted on March 24, 2012 by magda
Poem – français moderne
Le temps a laissé son manteau.De vent, de froidure et de pluie,Et s’est vêtu de broderie,De soleil luisant, clair et beau.
Il n’y a bête, ni oiseauQu’en son jargon ne chante ou crie :Le temps a laissé son manteau.
Rivière, fontaine et ruisseauPortent en livrée jolie,Gouttes d’argent d’orfèvrerie,Chacun...
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