It's Good To Feel You Are Close To Me

It's good to feel you are close to me in the night, love, invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal, while I untangle my worries as if they were twisted nets. Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream, but your body, relinquished so, breathes seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.

North Haven

In Memoriam: Robert Lowell I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the spruce. It is so still the pale bay wears a milky skin; the sky no clouds except for one long, carded horse¹s tail. The islands haven't shifted since last summer, even if I like to pretend they have--

Epithalamium

Do you remember when in winter we reached the island? The sea raised toward us a crown of cold. On the walls the climbing vines murmured letting dark leaves fall as we passed. You too were a little leaf

Paradise Lost: Book 02

High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence; and, from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue Vain war with Heaven; and, by success untaught, His proud imaginations thus displayed:--

Passion Of Life

To achieve something great in the world you need Passion To fulfill vision, a great leader’s courage comes from Passion Whatever it may be, you must find your Passion If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins Follow your passion and success will follow you! Never underestimate the power of passion Without passion religion is spiritless Without Passion history is meaningless Without Passion art is useless

Whispers Of Heavenly Death

WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear; Labial gossip of night--sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending--mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; Ripples of unseen rivers--tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing; (Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?) I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;

The Spiritual Canticle

I THE BRIDE Where have You hidden Yourself, And abandoned me in my groaning, O my Beloved? You have fled like the hart, Having wounded me. I ran after You, crying; but You were gone. II

Years Of The Modern

YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd! Your horizon rises--I see it parting away for more august dramas; I see not America only--I see not only Liberty's nation, but other nations preparing; I see tremendous entrances and exits--I see new combinations--I see the solidarity of races; I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage; (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts? are the acts

Red Riding Hood

Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying her Duz and Chuck Wagon dog food, meanwhile ascending from earth, letting her stomach fill up with helium, letting her arms go loose as kite tails, getting ready to meet her lover a mile down Apple Crest Road

Life Modern

LIFE MODERN Moored mindsets to addictive myths spoor innr barbarians. Dry stares, wry smiles and wary lengths define dour life modern! Crisscrossing frontiers on Earth like red blood contusions on flagellated humane warmth define dour life modern

A Message To America

You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard, But your honor ends with your own back-yard; Each man intent on his private goal, You have no feeling for the whole; What singly none would tolerate You let unpunished hit the state, Unmindful that each man must share The stain he lets his country wear,

The Mosque Of Cordoba

The succession of day and night Is the architect of events. The succession of day and night Is the fountain-head of life and death. The succession of day and night Is a two-tone silken twine, With which the Divine Essence Prepares Its apparel of Attributes. The succession of day and night

Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France

(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington in Paris, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916). I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones by fifty years made gray -- Their graves in every town are garlanded, That pious tribute should be given too

A Poetic Tribute To Shri. Apj Abdul Kalam

Aim for the moon, if not the Mars; Aim for the stars but avoid wars; Aim for frontiers, without a fence; Aim for world-peace, co-existence. Aim for children who have a dream; Aim for good youth, with smiles to beam; Aim for a stronger India; Aim for a world that’s terror-free.

Tamar

I A night the half-moon was like a dancing-girl, No, like a drunkard's last half-dollar Shoved on the polished bar of the eastern hill-range, Young Cauldwell rode his pony along the sea-cliff; When she stopped, spurred; when she trembled, drove The teeth of the little jagged wheels so deep They tasted blood; the mare with four slim hooves On a foot of ground pivoted like a top, Jumped from the crumble of sod, went down, caught, slipped;

An Office Boy's Prayer

Oh! Mercifull God I do see the services of Jawans in the frontiers keeping vigil Protecting the sovereignty of the holy soil Fishermen going deep in the mid sea Earning their bread and butter- days without tea Miners working hours in darkness Exploiting minerals for our happiness Farmers going to the fields early morning Tilling, toiling, sweating, suffering till late evening

! Himalaya

Be there as the highest peak Not essentially to differ Not eventually to conjure Be there as a genuine will Not necessarily to demand Mirage a gift from horizon Too long to sustain Pathways ice beds Heralded with winter wings On rocky supreme

Definition Of The Frontiers

First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the persistent pressure of a river or a running tide. This wind is from the other side and has an odor unlike the odor of the winds with us but like time if time had odor and were cold and carried a bitter and sharp taste like rust on the taste of snow or the fragrance of thunder. When the air has this taste of time the frontiers are not far from us.

Meeting

The snow will dust the roadway, And load the roofs still more. I'll stretch my legs a little: You're there outside the door. Autumn, not winter coat, Hat-none, galoshes-none. You struggle with excitement Out there all on your own.

An Ode In Blessed Memory

1 A sudden bliss has seized my mind, And to a mountain peak it carries me Up where the wind's forgotten how to stir the trees; The deepest valley lies in silence. Perceiving something, quiet goes the brook That used to babble without cease When rushing swiftly down the hill. There, they are braiding laurel wreaths And word is spread to every side;