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YOU can keep your antique silver and your statuettes of bronze,
Your curios and tapestries so fine,
But of all your treasures rare there is nothing to compare
With this patched up, wornout football pal o’ mine.
They were coming across the prairie, they were
galloping hard and fast;
For the eyes of those desperate riders had sighted
their man at last--
I SAW where in the shroud did lurk
A curious frame of Nature's work;
A floweret crush'd in the bud,
A nameless piece of Babyhood,
The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns
The horror and the havoc and the glory
Of it. Angels fall, they are towers, from heaven—a story
Of just, majestical, and giant groans.
I am thirty this November.
You are still small, in your fourth year.
We stand watching the yellow leaves go queer,
Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,
For the god being one day too warm in his wooing,
She took to the tree to escape his pursuing
A baby shines as bright
If winter or if May be
On eyes that keep in sight
O the years I lost before I knew you,
O, the hills I climbed and came not to you,
'Fairy!' the Spirit said,
And on the Queen of Spells
Fixed her ethereal eyes,
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun
squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood
his lov'd works as in turn he biddeth them Good-night;
and all the towers and temples and mansions of men
Babyhood is a spring playing,
Follow its source in the sand,
And its vibrations, flowing, growing,
Childhood can revitalize the barren land.
How tired I am! I sink down all alone
Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,
Even as a child I hide my face and moan--
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger:
Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray;
OH, listen to the tale of MISTER WILLIAM, if you please,
Whom naughty, naughty judges sent away beyond the seas.
He forged a party's will, which caused anxiety and strife,
Resulting in his getting penal servitude for life.
When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said,
At home, we needn't go that day), and none
Primroses, why do you pass away?
Nay, rather, why should we longer stay?
Look at me with thy large brown eyes,
Philip, my king!
Round whom the enshadowing purple lies
I STOOD in the ghastly gleaming night by the swollen, sullen flow
A quite drizzle morning,
Chants can be heard from the village temple.
Doesn't feel like getting up
as the cold nature embraces me.
Keep the shell, it's an egg.
Reject the shell, it's still an egg.
Does man know what his "egg" is?
Can you call this man a reader of my poem?
Livingin their worldly
carnality, they were
producing dead works
of the flesh, which
The unsparing world i was emerged crying
not aware where my fate would take me into..
The white blanket of snow on steep rocks and peaks-
Chatting of apes on tops of alpine trees-
Perfume bottles, of Jesmine
Lovely rose's-red cheeks-
Babyhood pass with toys and plays
Youth with sex and enjoyment
Old age among aims and ailments
May liberation comes after death
New Era is Yet to Come
No way to come out of it,
The earth is struck by germs,
Some guys believe puberty is greater than freedom.
I'm confused by this notion.
On the contrary, we need partners for life.
Freedom covers an entire life in parts.
In those earliest happy days,
when life at its freshest,
a spirited lad I really was; so innocent, so angelic maybe,
always in my father's loving arms cradled,
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