Category: Poems
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Days by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, or sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, […]
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Each and All by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon […]
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Experience by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The lords of life, the lords of life,I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim,Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name;Some to see, some to be guessed, They marched from east to […]
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Blind Curse by Simon Ortiz J.
You could drive blindfor those two secondsand they would be forever.I think that as a diesel truckpasses us eight miles east of Mission.Churning through the storm, heedlessof the hill sliding away.There isn’t much use to curse but I do.Words fly away, tumbling invisiblytoward the unseen point wherethe prairie and sky meet.The road is like that […]
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Night by Wole Soyinka
Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow.I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds,to dare.Exacerbation from your subtle plough.Woman as a clam, on the sea’s cresent.I saw your jealous eye quench the sea’sFlouorescence, dance on the pulse incessantOf the waves. And I stood, drainedSubmitting like the sands, blood and brineCoursing to the roots. Night, […]
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Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka
The price seemed reasonable,location Indifferent. The landlady swore she livedOff premises. Nothing remained But self-confession. ‘Madam’ I warned, ‘I hate a wasted journey – I am African.’ Silence. Silenced transmission of pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came, Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was, foully. ‘How dark?’ I had not misheard. ‘Are you […]
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A Staircase by Kuma Raj Subedi
Foreplay of desires under the bright moon-lit night Pleasures heavenly, leading to a nascent sight; Seeds planted, emerging victorious amongst the crowd Flawless sensory skills endowed. Fragile twig of a seedling- golden and green Nurtured little self, with eyesight keen; Upon the boughs, stronger and leafy Bounding on trunks, gets soon beefy. Surpassing winter, autumn […]
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Ode on a Distance Prospect of Eton College by Thomas Gray
Ye distant spires, ye antique tow’rs, That crown the wat’ry glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry’s holy Shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor’s heights th’ expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowr’s among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way. Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade, Ah, fields belov’d in […]
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Renewed Slavery
Nobody wants to remember How men were once enslaved. Freed people re-tangled and crushed. Nobody wants to remember Soul broken; will stripped. If democracy is freedom Then the demons of leadership are crazy. If democracy is freedom I bet some slaves were more free. I remember, There were some, well fed slaves. Today, all men […]
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The old woman
There is a woman near Obaeware,her hairs are gone and gray. Her tale was told of past deeds undone. Finally the flesh is ail and turn.
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Beautiful beautiful
Beautiful beautifulThe dances of birds in voiceless music
POETISHES 