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Author : Emily Dickinson
Part Two: Nature
LXXXV
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels....
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Author : Gargi Saha
Like to watch the changing shapes of the clouds
Of the moon merging in the blue cloudless canopy
the detachment and yet the attachment feeling that dawns
indescribable silvery its beauty
and the formation of new stars and the falling ones-...
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Author : Emily Bronte
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere;
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And Faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life—that in me has...
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Author : Fred A. Armstrong
“Nice Job”. Two words, that’s all
But oh how sweetly do they fall.
Just little words, but how they cheer
Like music to the human ear.
For no one was ever raised
Who did not want his efforts praised.
Two spoken...
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Author : CR Mittal
Between burning sands and perennial snows lies the zone of twilight dreams.
It's here one savours the conversion of fragrance into honey.
It's here that songs blossom and a touch of rose upon cheeks induces a fatal...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
I
How many a time have we not seen with joy
The new moon in the West, the longed-for sign
Glory shall fail not with recurring...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
The bees are busy in their murmurous search,
The birds are putting up their woven frames,
And all the twigs and branches of the birch
Are shooting into tiny emerald flames:
The maple leaves are spreading slowly out
Like small red...
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Author : Christine Klocek-Lim
When you’re away
I drink naked tea:
no cloudy milk,
no sweet
sugar.
I use your cup,
place my lips
just so
on the edge
where I imagine
your mouth...
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Author : CR Mittal
Often, as a child, hurt, I wept by the sun
only to see rainbows in my tears—
it so distracted me, I forgot my pain
to enjoy instead the kaleidoscope.
The playgrounds were a vast expanse of green
to skip, run...
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Author : Janet Lynn Davis
for Judy
This poem is not about death;
there are too many of those.
It is about everything else:
the long discussions of when
we were seven or twenty-two;
how we fancied being “great writers”
(both of us, even then);...
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Author : Michael D. Petti
LXXXIII
My life is but a poor man's honesty—
A daily, dogged race that still affords
Somehow to fend off numbing poverty,
By sharing heartfelt what my heart awards.
So, my life knows no paucity of heart,
Makes poor...
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Author : Kimberly Duffin
A new dawn breaks the last eve’s slumber
Stretch, groan, sigh, smile
Today is full of potential, possibilities
Where to begin from the point of no beginning?
Seamless days and nights converge
Time moves forward quickly
But is it...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
Come with thine unveiled worlds, O truth of night,
Come with thy calm. Adown the shallow day,
Whose splendours hid the vaster world away,
I wandered on this little plot of light,
A dreamer among dreamers. Veiled...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
Have you not seen a nymph in June
Go dancing through the misty woods,
her mad young beauty hid beneath
A tattered gown of opening buds?
She flitted through the alder swamp,
And loitered by the willow stream,
Then started down the...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalactites
Drip and thicken, tears
The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs
Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.
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Author : William Butler Yeats
I.
Many ingenious lovely things are gone
That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,
protected from the circle of the moon
That pitches common things about. There stood
Amid the ornamental bronze and stone
An ancient image made...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
I
There all the golden codgers lay,
There the silver dew,
And the great water sighed for love,
And the wind sighed too.
Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed
By Oisin on the grass;
There sighed amid his choir of love
Tall Pythagoras....
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Author : William Bliss Carman
In Memory of Gleeson White
This paragraph cannot be true;
For such a man could not have died.
Death is so lonely, hard and cold,--
Not gentleness personified.
What manner was it in the man
That makes the story seem untrue?...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
In the world's far edges
Faint and blue,
Where the rocky ledges
Stand in view,
Fades the rosy, tender
Evening light;
Then in starry splendor
Comes the night.
So a stormy lifetime
Comes to close,
Spirit's mortal...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
It was not a heart, beating.
That muted boom, that clangor
Far off, not blood in the ears
Drumming up and fever
To impose on the evening.
The noise came from outside:
A metal detonating
Native, evidently, to
These...
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Author : Dorothy Parker
Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.
~ Dorothy Parker
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Author : Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~ Robert Frost
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Author : Thomas Moore
Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns
One charm of feeling, one fond regret;
Believe me, a few of thy angry frowns
Are all I've sunk in its bright wave yet.
Ne'er hath a beam
Been lost in the stream
That ever was shed...
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Author : Thomas Moore
Ne'er ask the hour -- what is it to us
How Time deals out his treasures?
The golden moments lent us thus
Are not his coin, but Pleasure's.
If counting them o'er could add to their blisses,
I'd number each glorious second:
But...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight....
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