Reticence Poems

As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,
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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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I1.
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
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And drag me at your chariot till I die, --
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I shall be loved as quiet things
Are loved--white pigeons in the sun,
Curled yellow leaves that whisper down
One after one;
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I thought it made me look more 'working class'
(as if a bit of chequered cloth could bridge that gap!)
I did a turn in it before the glass.
My mother said: It suits you, your dad's cap.
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A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
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Fear, like a living fire that only death
Might one day cool, had now in Avon’s eyes
Been witness for so long of an invasion
That made of a gay friend whom we had known
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O purblind race of miserable men,
How many among us at this very hour
Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves,
By taking true for false, or false for true;
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I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig,
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The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining, of
water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness
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AT DUSK, like flowers that shun the day,
Shy thoughts from dim recesses break,
And plead for words I dare not say
For your sweet sake.
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Pamela was too gentle to deceive
Her roses. “Let the men stay where they are,”
She said, “and if Apollo’s avatar
Be one of them, I shall not have to grieve.”
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I saw by looking in his eyes
That they remembered everything;
And this was how I came to know
That he was here, still wandering.
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Outside the snowstorm spins, and hides
The world beneath a pall.
Snowed under are the paper-girl,
The papers and the stall.
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This body like a rose
Been a cosset of spring
Then a beautiful thing,
But the winter left me rot,
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Per me si va nella citta dolente.

--Dante
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Recall all the sweet moments in life
Those that you want to re-live again
Sure there are a million of them
Joyous and sweet, exciting and engaging
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Glowing as a lamp I saw a lone onlooker,
adorned with the flares of sun - one Gloria;
Unleashing a blaze of beauty around her,
lighted my heart's patio with her wine aura.
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I am seen but unheard
Reticence is my policy
When I walk, there is the rustling of leaves beneath my feet
When I run, the howling of a wolf
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She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
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Mine penance around the green woods, before the high hills
Encapsulating the solitude lingering upon the mossy boughs,
Wherein the fathomable daylight justifying the brooding reticence.
Beneath the shadows meditated emerging out of self vicissitude
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Within the solitude impenetrable in absolute stillness
On mountain top or in the seasoned forest or in glacier
Surmountable noise of rocks falling, murmuring leaves and cracks,
Disseminating joys of rendezvous or gatherings however be slim
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There is a bluebird in my heart that does not want to fly
Like My coy mistress I love her, she hold her coyness into her heart
I don't know how the dooms day are coming up and how I see love never comes through …
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Nothing remarkable happened today
As usual, all of the fascists came out to play
As usual, the brought all their ways toys
To take away as much as they could
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Light external is excused not by the light internal
To facilitate our journeys through the galaxies,
Souls self servient to the placid intuitions
Hardly can decipher the milestone of gentle pathway
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Light is moving towards the centre,
A salutary radiance looking insufferable
Alluding the reticence of the mountains.
What were incorrect, imbecile and sordid
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Constrained mind yawns in all seasons
Being incompatible with the souls running
Dead or living in the marathons compelling.
Music dreaded from factual harmony
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On and off
Hate and love
On and off
Reticence and greed
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Consider me a pond of water
Still, Calm and Quiet
Sitting in a corner with my reticence
You on other hand are fire
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Sometimes I stick out from my friends a bit - I think. It's the French in me. Americans have this excité-ment about things - that's, well, exhausting.

Sometimes, when friends are jumping about, they practically plead for my engagement. I think I have a genetic, French reticence, an observer gene.
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