Poems
Outstanding poems from various parts of the world. Alphabetically sorted, by title, while ignoring articles (a/the).
Many of these poems are translations. Poetry, above all writings, has a particular advantage in its original tongue.
Be that as it may, even if the verses don't hold exactly the same power as they do in their native language, they are remarkable and, therefore, included.
Certain favorites are marked, in one way or another.
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Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
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Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears
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If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
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A book of verses, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
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Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
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Extinguish Thou my eyes: I still can see Thee,
deprive my ears of sound: I still can hear Thee
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An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes
when I come to you to take my leave.
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I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
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love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
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A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
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Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;
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Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
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All things uncomely and broken,
all things worn-out and old
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There is a vale which none hath seen,
Where foot of man has never been,
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore
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It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among tese barren crags
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When children are playing alone on the green,
In comes the playmate that never was seen.
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book
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It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
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