Henry David Thoreau

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

Henry David Thoreau Poems

41. Friendship 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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  • Mallika Achuthan Menon Mallika Achuthan Menon (11/21/2013 11:27:00 PM)

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

  • MAGNUS ABRAHAM-DUKUMA (11/3/2007 7:17:00 AM)

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Friendship

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...

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I Am The Autumnal Sun

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
-- not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
kindredship with us, and some globule
from her veins steals up into our own.

I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;

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