Henry David Thoreau

(12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)

Henry David Thoreau Poems

1. Tall Ambrosia 4/26/2012
2. To A Marsh Hawk In Spring 4/26/2012
3. Sympathy 4/26/2012
4. The Fisher’s Boy 4/12/2010
5. Away! Away! Away! Away! 4/26/2012
6. Though All The Fates 4/12/2010
7. The Poet's Delay 4/12/2010
8. Salmon Brook 4/12/2010
9. I Was Made Erect And Lone 4/26/2012
10. Great God, I Ask For No Meaner Pelf 4/26/2012
11. Within The Circuit Of This Plodding Life 4/12/2010
12. The Inward Morning 1/3/2003
13. Light-Winged Smoke 4/12/2010
14. They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below 1/3/2003
15. Like A Soul 4/12/2010
16. What's The Railroad To Me? 1/3/2003
17. Men Say They Know Many Things 4/12/2010
18. Sic Vita 1/3/2003
19. All Things Are Current Found 4/12/2010
20. Song Of Nature 4/12/2010
21. On Fields O'Er Which The Reaper's Hand Has Pass'D 1/3/2003
22. I Am A Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied 1/3/2003
23. Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop 1/3/2003
24. Low-Anchored Cloud 1/3/2003
25. Prayer 1/3/2003
26. Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong 1/3/2003
27. Smoke 1/3/2003
28. Rumors From An Aeolian Harp 1/3/2003
29. Nature 4/12/2010
30. I Am The Autumnal Sun 1/3/2003
31. My Life Has Been The Poem 4/12/2010
32. Epitaph On The World 1/3/2003
33. I Knew A Man By Sight 1/3/2003
34. Winter Memories 1/3/2003
35. Mist 1/3/2003
36. The Summer Rain 1/3/2003
37. Inspiration 1/3/2003
38. Conscience 1/3/2003
39. The Moon 1/3/2003
40. Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell 1/3/2003

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  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (8/1/2019 9:11:00 PM)

    I should have written: 'and spent some nights in jail'. One word missed out.

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  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (8/1/2019 9:09:00 PM)

    Thoreau was also an accomplished prose writer. He loved the solitary life, alone in
    his hut, nature outside. I think this is Thoreau's strength as a writer; he is not a socialized man,
    but, rather, proud and independent. I agree with his ideas about civil disobedience, the fact that he would not pay the poll tax and some nights in jail for his beliefs.

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  • Coleman (4/9/2019 5:22:00 AM)

    , he was a liberal sack....

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  • Abagail M. (3/4/2019 9:24:00 AM)

    Thoreau's poetry is really thought provoking. Much like Walt Whitman.

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Best Poem of Henry David Thoreau

Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell

Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.

Read the full of Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell

Inspiration

Whate'er we leave to God, God does,
And blesses us;
The work we choose should be our own,
God leaves alone.

If with light head erect I sing,
Though all the Muses lend their force,
From my poor love of anything,
The verse is weak and shallow as its source.