Top 100 Poems About: HEAVEN

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"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree— read more »

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light, read more »

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"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—
Sometimes, I think that Noon read more »

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all. read more »

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail,
And a few lilies blow. read more »

I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears read more »

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light, read more »

Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned; read more »

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. read more »

Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep. read more »

Heaven, where the streets are made of gold,
Heaven, where you never age or grow old,
Heaven, where lifes secrets unfold,
Heaven, where the secrets are told, read more »

Last night my soul cried, “O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
“Without sin and crime, eternally revolving upon your body in its complaining is the indigo of mourning;
“Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.
“In your form you are terrifying, yet your state is full of anguish: you turn round like a millstone and writhe like a snake.” read more »