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POETRY

(Imitation – “A Dream within a Dream, 1827) TAKE this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away......

Strange, to wander in the fog. Each bush and stone stands alone, No tree sees the next one, Each is alone. My world was full of friends When my life was filled with light, Now as the fog descends None is still to be seen.......

I want … … you to know everything that displeases you about me That you accept this and do not try to change it I want … … you to know that you can count on me today … Unconditionally          ......

At the noisy end of the café, head bent over the table, an old man sits alone, a newspaper in front of him. And in the miserable banality of old age he thinks how little he enjoyed the years when he had strength, eloquence, and......

I know the names no longer of a world that disavows me. I read seashells, leaves, and the stars clearly. I have no need of hatred on the roads of the sky Unless the dream is that which watches me again As I walk by......

If you’ve regrets, and moderate emotions touch your heart, then halt your feet, while you can, at the first threshold. Crush the evil germs of sudden illness while they’re young, and prevent your horse’s gallop at the start. For time gives strength, time ripens tender......

I’ve Brought to Art I sit in a mood of reverie. I brought to Art desires and sensations: things half-glimpsed, faces or lines, certain indistinct memories of unfulfilled love affairs. Let me submit to Art: Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty, almost imperceptibly......

I said it to you for the clouds I said it to you for the tree of the sea For each wave for the birds in the leaves For the pebbles of sound For familiar hands For the eye that becomes landscape or face And......

I am like the king of a rainy land, Wealthy but powerless, both young and very old, Who contemns the fawning manners of his tutors And is bored with his dogs and other animals. Nothing can cheer him, neither the chase nor falcons, Nor his......

Come back often and take hold of me, sensation that I love come back and take hold of me— when the body’s memory awakens and an old longing again moves into the blood, when lips and skin remember and hands feel as though they touch......

After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin......

Without reflection, without mercy, without shame, they built strong walls and high, and compassed me about.     And now I sit here and consider and despair. My brain is worn with meditating on my fate:     I had outside so many things to......

Phernazis the poet is at work on the crucial part of his epic: how Dareios, son of Hystaspis, took over the Persian kingdom. (It’s from him, Dareios, that our glorious king, Mithridatis, Dionysos and Evpator, descends.) But this calls for serious thought; Phernazis has to......

What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn’t anything going on in the senate? Why are the senators sitting there without legislating? Because the barbarians are coming today. What’s the point of senators making laws now?......

When suddenly, at midnight, you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now, work gone wrong, your plans all proving deceptive—don’t mourn them uselessly. As one long prepared, and graced with courage, say goodbye to her,......

Detested by both men and gods, like nobles who have bitterly decayed, the Verlaines wither; wealth remains to them, of rich and silvery . With ‘Les Chatiments’ the Hugos are intoxicated by their terrible Olympian revenge. But I shall write a sorrowful ballade to the......

He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly. He or she who shuns passion,......

“Negative attachments, Richard. If you really want to remove a cloud from your life, you do not make a big production out of it, you just relax and remove it from your thinking. That’s all there is to it.” A cloud does not know why......

There is not the slightest doubt that things in the Colony don’t go as one would wish, and though we move forward, anyway, perhaps, as not a few think, the time has come for us to bring in a Political Reformer. Yet the obstacle and......

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams. For if dreams go, Life is a barren field Covered with snow.       Langston Hughes Image : homme-models.tumblr.com...

I only sing because you loved me in the past years. And in sun, in summer’s prediction and in rain and snow, I only sing because you loved me. Only because you held me in your arms one night and you kissed my lips, only......

The City You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one. Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead. How long can......

A spring evening. A large room in an old house. A woman of a certain age, dressed in black, is speaking to a young man. They have not turned on the lights. Through both windows the moonlight shines relentlessly. I forgot to mention that the......

On the March to Sinopi Mithridatis, glorious and powerful, ruler of great cities, master of strong armies and fleets, on the march to Sinopi took a route through a remote part of the country where a soothsayer lived. Mithridatis sent one of his officers to......

Our efforts are those of the unfortunate; our efforts are like those of the Trojans. Somewhat we succeed; somewhat we regain confidence; and we start to have courage and high hopes. But something always happens and stops us. Achilles in the trench before us emerges......

According to one version of this myth, Aphrodite didn’t give real Helen to Paris, but one phantom image of her. Hermes ordered by Hera led Helen to Egypt, at the palace of the king Protea, where Menelaos met her as he was returning from Troy.......

For we have no steersmen here among Phaeacia’s crews or steering-oars that guide your common craft. Our ships know in a flash their mates’ intentions, know all ports of call and all the rich green fields. With wings of the wind they cross the sea’s......

Days to come stand in front of us like a row of lighted candles— golden, warm, and vivid candles. Days gone by fall behind us, a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles; the nearest are smoking still, cold, melted, and bent. I don’t want to look......

So we stood there, trading heartsick stories, deep in grief, as the tears streamed down our faces. But now there came the ghosts of Peleus’ son Achilles, Patroclus, fearless Antilochus—and Great Ajax too, the first in stature, first in build and bearing of all the......

Honor is due to those who are keeping watch, Sentinels guarding their own Thermopylae; Never distracted from what is right to do, And right to be; in all things virtuous, But never so hardened by virtue as not to be   Compassionate, available to pity;......

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without......

RECTIUS VIVES You will live better, Licinius, by neither always pressing the deep nor, while you carefully dread storms, by excessively pressing the treacherous shore. Whoever values a golden mean is safely free from the squalor of a worn-out house, is soberly free from an......

As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,......

For ease, in wide Aegean caught, The sailor prays, when clouds are hiding The moon, nor shines of starlight aught For seaman’s guiding: For ease the Mede, with quiver gay: For ease rude Thrace, in battle cruel: Can purple buy it, Grosphus? Nay, Nor gold,......

O you who are cruel still, and a master of Venus’s gifts, when a white, unexpected plumage surmounts all your arrogance, and the tresses that wave on your shoulders have all been shorn away, and the colour that now outshines the flower of the crimson......

Ask not (’tis forbidden knowledge), what our destined term of years, Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers. Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like the past, Whether Jove has many winters yet to give, or this our last;......

I used to worship the gods grudgingly, and not often, a wanderer expert in a crazy wisdom, but now I am forced to sail back and once again go over the course I had left behind. For Jupiter who usually parts the clouds with the......

What blessing shall the bard entreat The god he hallows, as he pours The winecup? Not the mounds of wheat That load Sardinian threshing floors; Not Indian gold or ivory—no, Nor flocks that o’er Calabria stray, Nor fields that Liris, still and slow, Is eating,......

And if you can’t shape your life the way you want, at least try as much as you can not to degrade it by too much contact with the world, by too much activity and talk. Try not to degrade it by dragging it along,......

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too;   If you can wait and not be tired by......

  You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what?......

1901 Request When you give me your little hand, Your hand that says so many unsaid things, Have I ever asked you then, If you love me? For I do not want you to love me, I only want to know that you are near......

May 1907 As long as you chase happiness, you are not ready to be happy, even if you owned everything. As long as you lament a loss, run after prizes in restless races, you have not yet known peace. But when you have moved beyond......

April 1918 Books All the books of this world Will bring you no happiness Yet they secretly show you the way, Back to yourself. There is everything, that you need, Sun, star and moon, Because the light, after which you ask, Lives within yourself. Wisdom,......

Brushed by the shadows of the dead On the grass where day expires Columbine strips bare admires her body in the pond instead     A charlatan of twilight formed Boasts of the tricks to be performed The sky without a stain unmarred Is studded......

Once through the forest Alone I went; To seek for nothing My thoughts were bent.   I saw i’ the shadow A flower stand there As stars it glisten’d, As eyes ’twas fair.   I sought to pluck it,– It gently said: “Shall I be......

All things unto me are queries That from normalness depart, And their ceaseless asking wearies My heart. Things are and seem, and nothing bears The secret of the life it wears. All things’ presence e’er is asking Questions of disturbing pain With dreadful hesitation tasking......

Meditations pure were ours Side by side, along the ways; We held each other’s hand without Speaking, among the hidden flowers.   Alone we walked as if betrothed, Lost in the green night of the fields; We shared this fruit of fairy reels, The moon,......

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?   I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant......

Whatever you do , wherever you act, whichever race you come from, being mine or a stranger, of the evil! In front of you, you will always have me, you run behind me, do not make your running faster and be out of breath. Remember......

This poem is believed to have been written either by an American poet, Nadine Stair or Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), an Argentine poet.   If I could live my life again. Next time, I would try to make more mistakes. I would not try to......

Now, with the melted led of St John’s festivity with the brilliance of summer pelagos, all the nakedness of life, and the going beyond and the staying put the leaning down and the upsurge the lips, the caressed skin they all long to be burned.......

I cannot give you solutions to all life’s problems, Nor do I have answers to your doubts or fears But I can listen to you and share it with you I cannot change neither your past nor your future. But when you need me I’ll......

Here let me stop. Let me too look at Nature for a while. The morning sea and cloudless sky a brilliant blue, the yellow shore; all beautiful and grand in the light. Here let me stop. Let me fool myself: that these are what I......

The day was cloudy. No one could come to a decision; a light wind was blowing. ‘Not a north-easter, the sirocco,’ someone said. A few slender cypresses nailed to the slope, and, beyond, the sea grey with shining pools. The soldiers presented arms as it......

“So although we approve of many things in Homer, this we will not approve of… nor will we approve of Aeschylus when he makes Thetis say that Apollo sang at her wedding in celebration of her child: that he would not know sickness, would live......

The fog fell with the evening — the lightship lost — and you arrived unexpected in the pilot-house to see me. You are wearing all white and you’re wet, I’m plaiting your hair into ropes. Down in the waters of Port Pegassu It always rains......

The years you ask are not many If you want me to tell my opinion it takes a long time to see, live and learn. But as life is short and gives us a few years we said near 18 that starts Adulthood and the......

In a small village in Morocco a man was looking at the only well in the whole region. A kid approached him: What is there?, he wanted to know. God… Is God hidden inside this well? Yes. Let me see, said the kid hesitantly The......

I want you to hear me without judging me I want your opinion without advice I want you to trust me without requirements I want your help, and not to make decisions concerning me I want you to take care of me without disdaining me......

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