Immortality Poems

Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.
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A woman waits for me- she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the
right man were lacking.
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Each night, earth life suspended,
Without asking where you are going
Or who you are, you experience
As if life dreams of itself,
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O! nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,
As in those gardens where the day
Springs from the gems of Circassy-
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To fulfil immortality in life
Is woman's truth
Whose sole deed is
To disclose us to ourselves,
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I weep for Adonais -he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
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Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.
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I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
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O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
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In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
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On Hellespont, guilty of true-love's blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune's might;
The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.
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O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
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AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead
that return no more,
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In Sleeping Beauty's castle
the clock strikes one hundred years
and the girl in the tower returns to the world.
So do the servants in the kitchen,
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My life closed twice before its close--
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
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This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by,
Between the pines, the tombs, throbs visibly.
Impartial noon patterns the sea in flame --
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O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:
For others, good or bad, hatred and tears
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I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
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Behind Me—dips Eternity—
Before Me—Immortality—
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The fundamental laws of matter, energy, and vibrational frequency in relation to morphic resonance govern our harmonious relationship with immortality.
If transitions and ecdysis are, in fact, a part of our life and death cycle, then 'the unknown' that existed prior to space and time was just a disentangled seed trying to find its way to neither create nor destroy.
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Immortality is not the gift we imagine it to be.
It is not glory eternal, nor a boundless expanse of possibilities.
It is a weight--
a slow, unyielding pull on the soul,
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Poetry is the hand
extended to immortality.
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The Possibility of The Dream of Immortality!

The longtime dream of man is deathless life in the world;
That is immortality possible by transplantation of brain,
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I shall be a wandering Jew.
I shall not rest to rest
I shall travel to stay here.
For I lit the Flame of Immortality
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Spoke and paced the Monsignor
As he paced he spoke
As he spoke he paced
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Two thousand thirty...
The year Man may gain life with
Immortality!
Some of the Holy verses
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He seemed to be Zeus, his hair aflame. His strength exuded immortality claimed. Laid low immortality came, it can't be, it can't be immortality to blame.

The hair aflame, the strength laid, passed to the progeny it seemed. A loss it seems, a love given and passed. Yet strength wanes.
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Words on the page give no immortality,
they are flashes for an hour memory wiped.

we are what we write or write what we are,
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How fertile, sniffing now is the serenity. Maybe this is the proud or sublime time of enlightenment, is it so sublime, strange? You can chat here only with mythical signs, hand signals and the quietest! Together they are here: young scholars, wise-looking prophets - monks who have remained with intention and tradition even in recent times. Together they watch the immortal immortality of the letters!

Then they come when the day is over soon and too suddenly over! The inexplicable ancient secret of books rests in letters embedded in letters; offering himself towards complete immortality! - perhaps it is really in this holy place that the remaining ray of hope, its light: The immortal, eternally thirsty thirst of enlightenments?
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