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A Sad Child - Poem by Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.
My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.
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A Sad Child
Margaret Atwood -
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A Fairly Sad Tale
Dorothy Parker -
3.
‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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The Sad Mother
Gabriela Mistral -
5.
Be Not Sad
James Joyce -
6.
A Sad State Of Freedom
Nazim Hikmet -
7.
Sad In Blue (A Lyric)
Peter S. Quinn -
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Sad
Cristina Geanta -
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For A Sad Lady
Dorothy Parker -
10.
To A Sad Daughter
Michael Ondaatje -
11.
My Sad Captains
Thom Gunn -
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In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
Alfred Edward Housman -
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Bored And Sad
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov -
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To The Sad Moon
Sir Philip Sidney -
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Sad Green Eyes
Linda Ori -
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Baseball's Sad Lexicon
Franklin Pierce Adams -
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Sit Down, Sad Soul
Barry Cornwall -
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Sad-Eyed And Soft And Grey
William Morris -
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With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb's..
William Wordsworth -
20.
Close Those Sad Sad Eyes
Beautiful Grim -
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Sad Is Stupid
Alison Cassidy -
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The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All Th..
Delmore Schwartz -
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Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
Anonymous Olde English -
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Phantasmagoria Canto Vii ( Sad Souvenaun..
Lewis Carroll -
25.
Peacock Story 8 - A Sad Poem
Alison Cassidy -
26.
The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad
Robert Herrick -
27.
Sad Song
Rahel Bluwstein -
28.
The Lacking Sense Scene.--A Sad-Coloured..
Thomas Hardy -
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Sonnet Xxxi: With How Sad Steps, O Moon
Sir Philip Sidney -
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Sad Sad Day
Laura Green -
31.
I Sing A Sad Song
Dorothy (Alves) Holmes -
32.
A Sad Sad Story
Joyce Hemsley -
33.
! To A God-Daughter On Her Sad Poem
Michael Shepherd -
34.
To A Sad Girl
Uriah Hamilton -
35.
Sad Cypress
koyel mitra -
36.
The Sad Day
Thomas Flatman -
37.
Sonnet Iii: With How Sad Steps
Sir Philip Sidney -
38.
.sad Girl
YURI DURAAN -
39.
Sonnet: Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From..
William Lisle Bowles -
40.
! ! A Sad Tale Of Consumerism
Michael Shepherd -
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! The Sad Story Of Happiness
Michael Shepherd -
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Sad
Lovina Sylvia Chidi -
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’tis A Sad, Mad World!
Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar .. -
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The Sad Shepherd
William Butler Yeats -
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Sad And Lonely
Taher Shemaly -
46.
Mad And Sad
Samantha Guinen -
47.
The Sad Bastards Club
Francesca Johnson -
48.
Happy & Sad
Sumita Datta -
49.
Sad Eyes
Mariana Zita -
50.
Languid, And Sad, And Slow, From Day To ..
William Lisle Bowles
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Be Not Sad
Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you: Sweetheart, be at peace again -- - Can they dishonour you? They are sadder than all tears; Their lives ascend as a continual sigh. Proudly answer to their tears: As they deny, deny.
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A Fairly Sad Tale
I think that I shall never know Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire In men the rush and roar of fire, The sweet transparency of glass, The tenderness of April grass, The durability of granite; But me- I don't know how to plan it. The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock. They broke my heart, they stilled my song, And said they had to run along, Explaining, so to sop my tears, First came their parents or careers. But ever does experience Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense! Though she's a fool who seeks to capture The twenty-first fine, careless rapture, I must go on, till ends my rope, Who from my birth was cursed with hope. A heart in half is chaste, archaic; But mine resembles a mosaic- The thing's become ridiculous! Why am I so? Why am I thus?
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The Sad Mother
Sleep, sleep, my beloved, without worry, without fear, although my soul does not sleep, although I do not rest. Sleep, sleep, and in the night may your whispers be softer than a leaf of grass, or the silken fleece of lambs. May my flesh slumber in you, my worry, my trembling. In you, may my eyes close and my heart sleep.
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‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?' ‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’ OVID. And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping? I had a dream–a lovely dream, Of her that in the grave is sleeping. I saw her as ’twas yesterday, The bloom upon her cheek still glowing; And round her play’d a golden ray, And on her brows were gay flowers blowing. With angel-hand she swept a lyre, A garland red with roses bound it; Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire And amaranth was woven round it. I saw her mid the realms of light, In everlasting radiance gleaming; Co-equal with the seraphs bright, Mid thousand thousand angels beaming. I strove to reach her, when, behold, Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian, And all that rich scene wrapt in gold, Faded in air–a lovely vision! And I awoke, but oh! to me That waking hour was doubly weary; And yet I could not envy thee, Although so blest, and I so dreary.
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are. very fine poem. tony (Report) Reply
with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.
sadistic note (Report) Reply
great poem penned///
let's go forget the sorrow
we the maker
we savior
our life, our world
let's come the good morrow (Report) Reply
Count thy blessings and stop sulking (Report) Reply
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Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.
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