EQUILIBRIUM POEMS
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The Equilibrists
Full of her long white arms and milky skin
He had a thousand times remembered sin.
Alone in the press of people traveled he,
Minding her jacinth, and myrrh, and ivory.
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John Crowe Ransom
Ch 06 On Weakness And Old Age Story 01
I was holding a disputation with a company of learned men in the cathedral mosque of Damascus when a youth stepped among us, asking whether anyone knew Persian, whereon most of them pointed to me. I asked him what the matter was and he said that an old man, aged one hundred and fifty years, was in the agony of death but saying something in Persian which nobody could understand and that if I were kindly to go and see him I might obtain the information whether he was perhaps desirous of making his last will. When I approached his pillow, he said:
รข??A while ago I said I shall take some rest
But alas, the way of my breath is choked.
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Saadi Shirazi
Great Are The Myths
GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
inventors, rulers, warriors, and priests.
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Walt Whitman
Sordello: Book The Fourth
Meantime Ferrara lay in rueful case;
The lady-city, for whose sole embrace
Her pair of suitors struggled, felt their arms
A brawny mischief to the fragile charms
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Robert Browning
Can't You See?
Why can't we be supportive of this?
Why can we open our mind to this objective?
Why can't we save our planet earth from this ascending climate change?
Why do we flump and present that they nothing happening?
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Akeela Trotman
Desire
The perpetual thick forest of desire,
and running rivers of longing.
Happiness in sincerity plays hide and seek,
pursuit of photoshop reality so bleak.
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Robert Rittel
The Oracle
The old white bearded man spoke in soft voice,
in front of the seated crowd in elegant poise.
Honor is a divine spark that has a hidden affect,
the mask of vanity and truth attract every soul prospect.
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Robert Rittel
The Wounded Spirit
Mental agony in distress reaches to fancy aught,
haunted into the corner of dreadful thought.
The gazing soul dwells in ending conclusion,
shadows in eternities confusion.
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Robert Rittel