Henry David Thoreau

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

Henry David Thoreau Poems

1. To A Marsh Hawk In Spring 4/26/2012
2. Tall Ambrosia 4/26/2012
3. Away! Away! Away! Away! 4/26/2012
4. Sympathy 4/26/2012
5. Within The Circuit Of This Plodding Life 4/12/2010
6. The Fisher’s Boy 4/12/2010
7. The Poet's Delay 4/12/2010
8. Though All The Fates 4/12/2010
9. Salmon Brook 4/12/2010
10. I Was Made Erect And Lone 4/26/2012
11. What's The Railroad To Me? 1/3/2003
12. They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below 1/3/2003
13. Great God, I Ask For No Meaner Pelf 4/26/2012
14. Light-Winged Smoke 4/12/2010
15. The Inward Morning 1/3/2003
16. Like A Soul 4/12/2010
17. Men Say They Know Many Things 4/12/2010
18. Sic Vita 1/3/2003
19. Song Of Nature 4/12/2010
20. I Am A Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied 1/3/2003
21. Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop 1/3/2003
22. Low-Anchored Cloud 1/3/2003
23. All Things Are Current Found 4/12/2010
24. On Fields O'Er Which The Reaper's Hand Has Pass'D 1/3/2003
25. Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong 1/3/2003
26. Smoke 1/3/2003
27. Rumors From An Aeolian Harp 1/3/2003
28. Prayer 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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  • Christ Perrien (10/20/2016 2:07:00 AM)

    Trees are busy having sex with other trees for a fair part of the year. They cross-polinate all the time when they bloom. Were us better humans who might bang 10-20 of the opposite sex a year, Trees can do it with as many brethren as the wind and bees and birds can reach.

    To think they are combined by roots? LOL, NO, trees are are far more advanced and have sex with 100's of their kind in a day.

    yes I could have made a poem of this as well

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    Your creations are really good! I invite you to read my poems..

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Best Poem of Henry David Thoreau


I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
Sole meat and sweetest drink,
And close connecting link
Tween heaven and earth.

I only know it is, not how or why,
My greatest happiness;
However hard I try,
Not if I were to die,
Can I explain.

I fain would ask my friend how it can be,
But when the time arrives,
Then Love is more lovely
Than anything to me,
And so I'm dumb.

For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak,
But only thinks and does;
Though surely out 'twill leak
Without the help of...

Read the full of Friendship

The Summer Rain

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.

Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too,
Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,
What Plutarch read, that was not good nor true,
Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.

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