INVISIBLE POEMS

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Remembrance To Forget

at the edge of a branch
i once slipped off,
an invisible noose
held on to the remains
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Ekta Somera

Ekta Somera
Mystery

MYSTERY

Mystery is like a book
whose first and last pages
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Venus And Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Man And Divine

MAN AND DIVINE

I said
Where is your house?
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Bénédiction (benediction)

Lorsque, par un décret des puissances suprêmes,
Le Poète apparaît en ce monde ennuyé,
Sa mère épouvantée et pleine de blasphèmes
Crispe ses poings vers Dieu, qui la prend en pitié:
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
In Praise Of Limestone

If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly
Because it dissolves in water. Mark these rounded slopes
With their surface fragrance of thyme and, beneath,
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
Always At Sea

Always at sea I think about the dead.
On barques invisible they seem to sail
The self-same course; and from the decks cry ‘Hail'!
Then I recall old words that they have said,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Adonais

I weep for Adonais-he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 01: The Sun Goes Down In A Cold Pale Flare Of Light

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
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Conrad Aiken

Conrad Aiken
It Is A Lonesome Glee

774

It is a lonesome Glee—
Yet sanctifies the Mind—
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
We Learned

The decorum of fire...
-- Pablo Neruda

We learned the decorum of fire,
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Erica Jong
Glass

Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.

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Robert Francis
Apostrophe To The Ocean

CLXXVIII.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
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George Gordon Byron
The Perils Of Invisibility

Old PETER led a wretched life -
Old PETER had a furious wife;
Old PETER too was truly stout,
He measured several yards about.
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William Schwenck Gilbert
Hole

They flee from me, dearest wishes,
Undesires that strive to become friendly foes,
Poor mind, of thy sores to deepen, they rush,
For Disappointment opens my door in sad smiles,
.....
Chibueze Osukwu

Chibueze Osukwu
The Spirit Of Freedom Is Born Of The Mountains

The spirit of freedom is born of the mountains,
In gorge and in canon it hovers and dwells;
Pervading the torrents and crystalline fountains,
Which dash through the valleys and forest clad dells.
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Alfred Castner King
Gow's Watch : Act V. Scene 3

After the Battle. The PRINCESS by the Standard on the Ravelin.

Enter Gow, with the Crown of the Kingdom.

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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
.....
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
Over The Darkened City

Over the darkened city, the city of towers,
The city of a thousand gates,
Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,
Over a somnolent whisper of loves and hates,
.....

Conrad Potter Aiken
Stars

How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!-
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Fog

Invisible gulls with human voices cry in the sea-cloud
'There is room, wild minds,
Up high in the cloud; the web and the feather remember
Three elements, but here
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Robinson Jeffers
The Night

Through that pure virgin shrine,
That sacred veil drawn o'er Thy glorious noon,
That men might look and live, as glowworms shine,
And face the moon,
.....

Henry Vaughan
An Image From A Past Life

He. Never until this night have I been stirred.
The elaborate starlight throws a reflection
On the dark stream,
Till all the eddies gleam;
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Hymn 166

The Divine Perfections.

How shall I praise th' eternal God,
That infinite Unknown?
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Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts
There Is

There is this ship which has taken my beloved back again
There are six Zeppelin sausages in the sky and with night
coming on it makes a man think of the maggots from which the
stars might some day be reborn
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Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire
Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 - Xiv. - The Cuckoo At Laverna - May 25, 1837

List 'twas the Cuckoo. O with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
Far off and faint, and melting into air,
Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again!
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Admetus

To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson.


He who could beard the lion in his lair,
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
A Forest Hymn

The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,-ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
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William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant
Tulips

An age being mathematical, these flowers
Of linear stalks and spheroid blooms were prized
By men with wakened, speculative minds,
And when with mathematics they explored
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Padraic Colum

Padraic Colum
Vermilion

Pierre Bonnard would enter
the museum with a tube of paint
in his pocket and a sable brush.
Then violating the sanctity
.....

Linda Pastan
The Sheets

We used to meet
on this corner
in the same wind.
It fought us up the hill
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Erica Jong
A Little Budding Rose

It was a little budding rose,
Round like a fairy globe,
And shyly did its leaves unclose
Hid in their mossy robe,
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Emily Jane Brontë
Gulliver

Over your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they

.....

Sylvia Plath
The Birth Of Man

A Legend of the Talmud.

I.

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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
These Carols

THESE Carols, sung to cheer my passage through the world I see,
For completion, I dedicate to the Invisible World.


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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Towns In Colour

I

Red Slippers

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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.
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Charles Bukowski
In A Tram

One of the twain was long and dusty grey,
And like a spark that in the ashes lies,
Satiric laughter glinted in his eyes
And made his nose auroral with its ray:
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John Le Gay Brereton
To Fancy

Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing,
Won by the mind's high magic to its hestâ??
Invisible embassy, or secret guest,â??
Weighing the light air on a lighter wing;â??
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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
The Map

Land lies in water; it is shadowed green.
Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges
showing the line of long sea-weeded ledges
where weeds hang to the simple blue from green.
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Elizabeth Bishop
The Art Of Drowning

I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash before your eyes
while you drown, as if panic, or the act of submergence,
could startle time into such compression, crushing
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Billy Collins
A Song Of Freedom

In cavan of little lakes,
As I was walking with the wind,
And no one seen beside me there,
There came a song into my mind;
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Alice Mulligan
Cassandra Southwick

To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away;
Yes, he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three,
And tamed the Chaldean lions, hath set His handmaid free!
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Fall

Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the season
Changes its tense in the long-haired maples
That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves
Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition
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Edward Hirsch
A Hidden Life

Proudly the youth, sudden with manhood crowned,
Went walking by his horses, the first time,
That morning, to the plough. No soldier gay
Feels at his side the throb of the gold hilt
.....
George Macdonald

George Macdonald
Thompson-s Lunch Room-grand Central Station

STUDY IN WHITES
Wax-whiteâ??
Floor, ceiling, walls.
Ivory shadows
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Ami, Chez Nos Francois

Ami, chez nos Français ma muse voudrait plaire;
Mais j'ai fui la satire à leurs regards si chère.
Le superbe lecteur, toujours content de lui,
Et toujours plus content s'il peut rire d'autrui,
.....

Andre Marie De Chenier
In A Whispering Gallery

That whisper takes the voice
Of a Spirit's compassionings
Close, but invisible,
And throws me under a spell
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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy
Sappho Ii

Oh Litis, little slave, why will you sleep?
These long Egyptian noons bend down your head
Bowed like the yarrow with a yellow bee.
There, lift your eyes no man has ever kindled,
.....

Sara Teasdale