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Identity - Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

SOMEWHERE--in desolate wind-swept space--
In Twilight-land--in No-man's land--
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.

"And who are you?" cried one a-gape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
"I know not," said the second Shape,
"I only died last night!"

Comments about Identity by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

  • Rookie Christine (8/15/2019 4:10:00 AM)

    Could sb explain what " hyrring shepes? means? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie James DeVault (5/2/2019 1:12:00 PM)

    Ending was great, felt like I experienced the first face to face interaction after realizing my death (Report) Reply

    Rookie James De Vault (5/2/2019 1:19:00 PM)

    Who the are you?

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  • Rookie James DeVault (5/2/2019 1:11:00 PM)

    wad up hoooomyyyz boooooiiiii (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie sharlet (2/3/2018 3:57:00 AM)

    i believe that identity means talking about yourself and describing more features about what you look like (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 935 Points Dillian Hansen (1/18/2018 1:40:00 AM)

    Ending was great, felt like I experienced the first face to face interaction after realizing my death (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,660 Points Afrooz Jafarinoor (10/3/2017 2:41:00 PM)

    Dramatic ending.. I liked it. Thanks. (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 4,660 Points Afrooz Jafarinoor (10/3/2017 2:44:00 PM)

    Funny! I thanked a poet who died a century ago! !

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  • Gold Star - 15,001 Points Seema Jayaraman (11/7/2015 9:46:00 PM)

    Who would have thought in twilight land there would still persist the need for an identity..very wittily crafted poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 607 Points Anton K (11/7/2015 4:48:00 PM)

    'Gloaming' - that's a word you don't meet with every day. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 222,047 Points Susan Williams (11/7/2015 1:15:00 PM)

    Now here's a poem to start up your imagination (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 87,352 Points Savita Tyagi (11/7/2015 11:16:00 AM)

    Beautifully written. Identity crisis is never solved! Neither here nor in twilight land. Loved the rich expressions. (Report) Reply

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Identity Poems
  1. 1. Identity
    Thomas Bailey Aldrich
  2. 2. With An Identity Disc
    Wilfred Owen
  3. 3. Identity Card
    Mahmoud Darwish
  4. 4. Identity Of Images (IdentitÉ Des ..
    Robert Desnos
  5. 5. Identity
    Constantinos Grigoriadis
  6. 6. Identity Of The Self
    Per. Nig.
  7. 7. Identity Of I
    Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
  8. 8. ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ..
    Dónall Dempsey
  9. 9. Identity
    abhimanyu kumar.s
  10. 10. Identity Crisis
    David Semenske
  11. 11. Sonnet To My Friend - With An Identity D..
    Wilfred Owen
  12. 12. Identity Of A Person
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  13. 13. Identity - The Bully
    Jon Evans
  14. 14. Identity
    author unknown
  15. 15. A Larger Identity
    Savita Tyagi
  16. 16. Lost Identity.
    salma. torrez
  17. 17. Identity Theft (Plagiarism)
    Cynthia BuhainBaello
  18. 18. My Identity
    Bichitra Anand
  19. 19. A Single Identity
  20. 20. (((Identity)))
    Hannah Anderson
  21. 21. The Kid Identity
    colby selter
  22. 22. Identity
    Cyrus Diaz
  23. 23. Identity Crisis
    Dee Daffodil
  24. 24. My Fractured Identity
    Valsa George
  25. 25. Loss Of An Identity
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  26. 26. I Lost My Identity
    Tulsi Shrestha
  27. 27. An Identity
    Some Girl
  28. 28. My Identity!
    Valsa George
  29. 29. My Identity
    Muzahidul Reza
  30. 30. Seeding Master Race Hate Into Nazi Germa..
    Terence George Craddock (Spe ..
  31. 31. Identity Is Everything
    Herbert Nehrlich
  32. 32. My Identity
    Lucia Domingos Fula
  33. 33. Stolen Identity
    Kathryn Garner
  34. 34. What Is Identity?
    Mandy Lee
  35. 35. Mistaken Identity
    Romeo Della Valle
  36. 36. Bliss Of Identity
    Sri Aurobindo
  37. 37. Double Identity
    Miroslava Odalovic
  38. 38. Haiku-Identity
  39. 39. Me: The Thief Of My Identity
    Brad Combs
  40. 40. My Identity
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  41. 41. Personal Identity
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  42. 42. Lost Identity
    Willa T. Olivier
  43. 43. Personal Identity As
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  44. 44. Identity Not In Crisis-
    Gajanan Mishra
  45. 45. Identity Controls Behaviour
    Peter Hall
  46. 46. Senryu 21(Identity Search)
    Savita Tyagi
  47. 47. Identity
    Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson)
  48. 48. Your Own Identity
    Gajanan Mishra
  49. 49. Identity Loss
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  50. 50. With Identity Card
    Gajanan Mishra

Identity Poems

  1. With An Identity Disc

    If ever I dreamed of my dead name High in the heart of London, unsurpassed By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame, There seeking a long sanctuary at last, I better that; and recollect with shame How once I longed to hide it from life's heats Under those holy cypresses, the same That shade always the quiet place of Keats, Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid screed, But let my death be memoried on this disc. Wear it, sweet friend. Inscribe no date nor deed. But may thy heart-beat kiss it night and day, Until the name grow vague and wear away.

  2. Identity Of Images (IdentitÉ Des Images)

    I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles In a short time perhaps ten hours have passed one after another The beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral wakes this morning Coral crowned with holly knocks on her door Ah! coal again always coal I conjure you coal tutelary genius of dreams and my solitude let me let me speak again of the beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral No longer tyrannize this seductive subject of my dreams The beautiful swimmer was reposing in a bed of lace and birds The clothes on a chair at the foot of the bed were illuminated by gleams the last gleams of coal The one that had come from the depths of the sky and earth and sea was proud of its coral beak and great wings of crape All night long it had followed divergent funerals toward suburban cemeteries It had been to embassy balls marked white satin gowns with its imprint a fern leaf It had risen terribly before ships and the ships had not returned Now crouched in the chimney it was watching for the waking of foam and singing of kettles Its resounding step had disturbed the silence of nights in streets with sonorous pavements Sonorous coal coal master of dreams coal Ah tell me where is that beautiful swimmer the swimmer who was afraid of coral? But the swimmer herself has gone back to sleep And I remain face to face with the fire and shall remain through the night interrogating the coal with wings of darkness that persists in projecting on my monotonous road the shadow of its smoke and the terrible reflections of its embers Sonorous coal coal pitiless coal

  3. Identity

    I asked myself who iam. I was looking for identity. I felt the silent of my soul. No answer. I looked at the stars one by one. They asked for identity too.

  4. Identity Card

    Write down ! I am an Arab And my identity card number is fifty thousand I have eight children And the ninth will come after a summer Will you be angry? . Write down! I am an Arab Employed with fellow workers at a quarry I have eight children I get them bread Garments and books from the rocks.. I do not supplicate charity at your doors Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber So will you be angry? . Write down! I am an Arab I have a name without a title Patient in a country Where people are enraged My roots Were entrenched before the birth of time And before the opening of the eras Before the pines, and the olive trees And before the grass grew. My father.. descends from the family of the plow Not from a privileged class And my grandfather..was a farmer Neither well-bred, nor well-born! Teaches me the pride of the sun Before teaching me how to read And my house is like a watchman's hut Made of branches and cane Are you satisfied with my status? I have a name without a title! . Write down! I am an Arab You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors And the land which I cultivated Along with my children And you left nothing for us Except for these rocks.. So will the State take them As it has been said?! . Therefore! Write down on the top of the first page: I do not hate poeple Nor do I encroach But if I become hungry The usurper's flesh will be my food Beware.. Beware.. Of my hunger And my anger!

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