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When I think of her sparkling face
And of her body that rocked this way and that,
When I think of her laughter,
Her jubilance that filled me,
You speak for the lakes, the trees and the birds
You say what they'd say if they had the words.
Make PEACE and be proud, choose well every choice
Speak HOPE and speak loud, you are Nature's voice.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
O stony grey soil of Monaghan
The laugh from my love you thieved;
You took the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod-conceived.
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes
Each in its tether
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence
Behold the Forms of nature. They discern
Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities
Which mortals lack or indirectly learn.
I deem that there are lyric days
So ripe with radiance and cheer,
So rich with gratitude and praise
That they enrapture all the year.
Loved to write as far back as memory goes
Without any thought for a verse to compose
Poetic expressions of innate creativity
THE LOTUS _ Sermon of Heart
From the bough of immortal tree,
Ever been kidnapped
by a poet
Come, my darling, let us dance
To the moon that beckons us
To dissolve our love in trance
Heedless of the hideous
So it is eighteen years,
Helena, since we met!
A season so endears,
Nor you nor I forget
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me
As I gaze upon the sea!
All the old romantic legends,
All my dreams, come back to me.
My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?
October has arrived - the woods have tossed
There was an apple tree in the yard --
this would have been
forty years ago -- behind,
only meadows. Drifts
Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls.
I trace their signatures upon the glass.
Dawn is only a few quatrains away.
I memorize the fragrance of spring rain.
What means my name to you?...T'will die
As does the melancholy murmur
Of distant waves or, of a summer,
The forest's hushed nocturnal sigh.
Life is a well-written lyric with an uncomposed music.
Death is well-composed music for an unwritten lyric,
All drama starts with life and ends with the death
Both have a distinction of innocence with the grandeur of purity.
Poems about Poets and Poems for Poets and Poems 'after' other Poets
TRANSLATIONS OF THE OLDEST RHYMING POEMS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE
These are translations of some of the oldest rhyming poems in the English language. While the focus is on early English rhyming poems, there is a section on early rhyming poems from other languages at the bottom of this page. The oldest Old English (i.e., Anglo-Saxon) poems did not rhyme, but were alliterative and used repetition of consonant and vowel sounds to create word-music. For example:
I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a "little song" of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.
Springs out of your heart
A lyric at night, my dear
Yearning to merge with my heart
Your lyric is the heartening ointment
Nature is always right and I am always wrong,
My fair lady you are a lyric and I am a song,
Your poem had no meters and it has no rimes,
It was my sin and these were my crimes,
Ars Poetica: Poems about Poems
I Have Labored Sore
anonymous medieval lyric (circa the fifteenth century)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Veronica Franco translations
Veronica Franco (1546-1591)was a Venetian courtesan who wrote literary-quality poetry and prose.
The modern formal villanelle is a poetic form with a double refrain, although in early incarnations it was simply a pastoral poem with a refrain. The villanelle is related other poetic forms with refrains, such as the rondel, the roundel and the rondeau.
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