REFLECTION POEMS

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When Love Turns To Thorn

Love is a mirror
The reflection of the mind
Love is a word
The expression of the mind
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Life

Life doesn't spare
a moment
for unmotivated
self-reflection.
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Kanwar Dinesh Singh

Kanwar Dinesh Singh
Mother Nature

I'm in sync with the sounds,
The water flowing by the river.
The leaves moving to the breeze,
The birds singing over and over.
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Az Mo

Az Mo
Song At Sunset

Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic-hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat-you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Thoughtful Reflection

Bright as crystal,
Shining like anew,
Readily contained,
Emotions approach,
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Casey Ginindza

Casey Ginindza
Sea Surface Full Of Clouds

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In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
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Wallace Stevens
The Dance Of Death

THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
The Wanderer

Over the pool of sleep
The night mists creep,
Then faint thin light and then clear day,
Noontide, and lingering afternoon;
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John Freeman
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
Yearning

My body crave for love
like a beautiful coloured dove
My heart yearn without end
and all years, I pretend
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Ojingiri Hannah

Ojingiri Hannah
In The Public Library

Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
At gleam of dawn. Impatient with herself
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Lesbia Harford
Annalena

It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of Annalena had caressed it, it seemed to me divinely beautiful as if suffused with heavenly sweetness. I liked her velvet wetness, long voyages in the delta her legs. A striving upstream toward her beating heart through more and more savage currents saturated with the light of hops and bindweed. And our vehemence and triumphant laughter and our hasty dressing in the middle of the night to walk on the stone stairs of the upper city. Our breath held in amazement and silence, porosity of worn-out stones and the great door of the cathedral. Over the gate of the rectory fragments of brick among weeds, in darkness the touch of a rough buttressed wall. And later our looking from the bridge down to the orchard, when under the moon every tree is separate on its kneeler, and from the secret interior of dimmed poplars the echo carries the sound of a water turbine. To whom do we tell what happened on this earth, for whom do we place everywhere huge mirrors in the hope that they will be filled up and will stay so? Always in doubt whether it was we who were there, she and I,, or just anonymous lovers on the enameled tablets of a fairy-land....

.......LAmoureuse initiation

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Czeslaw Milosz
Lakayana's Reflection

In my boyhood, said Lakayana,

Looking at the horizon

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Wanjiru Kinyanjui

Wanjiru Kinyanjui
Mother

I

Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
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Lola Ridge
Art Will Show To Eternity Your Soul

I am a woman, using a mirror everyday,
Like all of you, i'm seeing my reflection into it,
Even i am sad, happy, tired or bored,
What i'm seeing in my mirror it's my physical reality, my own truth.
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Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor
An Essay On Man: Epistle I.

THE DESIGN.

Having proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my Lord Bacon's expression) come home to men's business and bosoms, I thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstract, his nature and his state; since, to prove any moral duty, to enforce any moral precept, or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature whatsoever, it is necessary first to know what condition and relation it is placed in, and what is the proper end and purpose of its being.

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Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope
Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking

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Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Narcissus

Where the minnows trace
A glinting web quick hid in the gloom of the brook,
When I think of the place
And remember the small lad lying intent to look
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D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence
Drawing-room

In a dress all softness and half-tones,
Indolent and half-reclined,
She lay upon a couch,
With the firelight reflected in her jewels.
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Preface

A book which needs to be written is one dealing
with the childhood of authors. It would be
not only interesting, but instructive; not merely
profitable in a general way, but practical in a
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Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling
Symphony Of Colours

I am a painter,
My hands hold a brush,
Moving as my heart wants,
Laughing the joy and crying the sorrow of my life.
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Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor
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
By Life Tormented

By life tormented, and by cunning hope,
When my soul surrenders in its battle with them,
Day and night I press my eyelids closed
And sometimes I'm vouchsafed peculiar visions.
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Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
Ang Tunay Na Lalaki Meets Barbie At The Shark Bar

on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night.
Her head sticks out of some woman-s tote bag
placed on top of the bar, she winks
at Ang Tunay na Lalaki. He looks at his gin and tonic,
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Nick Carbo
A Dream

On ev'ry new birth-day ye see,
A humble poet wishes.
My bardship here, at your Levee
On sic a day as this is,
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Sea-shore Memories

OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child,
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
To Live

We both have our hands to give
Take mine I shall lead you afar

I have lived several times my face hasw changed
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Paul Eluard
Medusa

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Louise Bogan
Charity

O why your good deeds with such pride do you scan,
And why that self-satisfied smile
At the shilling you gave to the poor working man,
That lifted you over the stile?
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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
How Is It?

You who are loudly crying out for peace,
You who are wanting love to vanquish hate.
How is it in the four walls of your home
The while you wait?
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Helpstone Green.

Ye injur'd fields, ye once were gay,
When nature's hand display'd
Long waving rows of willows grey,
And clumps of hawthorn shade;
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John Clare

John Clare
The Bridge

I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Outlaw

Before the fair Aurora spread
Her azure mantle o'er the skies,
While sleep its pleasing influence shed,
On grateful mortals weary eyes,
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

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Flood-Tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west-sun there half an hour high-I see you also face
to face.
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Swans

Night is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars
That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold.
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Sara Teasdale
Verses On The Death Of Dr. Swift, D.s.p.d.

Dans l'adversité de nos meilleurs amis
nous trouvons quelque chose, qui ne nous déplaît pas.


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Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
Love's Plea

I love thee, my darling, both now and forever,
My heart feels the thralldom of love's mystic spell,
'Tis fettered with shackles which nothing can sever,
To the heart which responds to its passionate swell.
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Alfred Castner King
Portraits

I

MOTHER

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Lola Ridge
Cragwell End

I

There's nothing I know of to make you spend
A day of your life at Cragwell End.
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R. C. Lehmann

R. C. Lehmann
Krishna Crawling

Chuckling, Kanha came crawling,
Trying to catch His reflection
In the bejewelled courtyard of Nanda.
One moment He would stare at His shadow
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Sant Surdas
Exhausting

Putrefaction of dream-created paradises

Blows around this mourning-filled, tired heart,

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Georg Trakl
Storm

Cattle egrets in the dry grass waded
like white clerics at the hooves
of brood cows, heifers, and new calves.

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Brooks Haxton
Cagnes

ON THE RIVIERA.

In tortuous windings up the steep incline
The sombre street toils to the village square,
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Mathilde Blind
Intimates

Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly.

I handed her the mirror, and said:
Please address these questions to the proper person!
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David Herbert Lawrence
Four Masks Appeared Then One Spirit

a mantel sphere clock

a key opening another universe than the one we live in

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Joseph Mayo Wristen
The Peach

Mamma gave us a single peach,
She shared it among seven;
Now you may think that unto each
But a small piece was given.
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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
To A Soubrette

'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met;
And yet-ah, yet, how swift and tender
My thoughts go back in time's dull track
To you, sweet pink of female gender!
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Eugene Field

Eugene Field
Ode (ii)

(Written on the FIRST of DECEMBER, 1793.)


Tho' now no more the musing ear
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Robert Southey

Robert Southey
The Terrors Of Guilt

Yon coward, with the streaming hair,
And visage, madden'd to despair,
With step convuls'd, unsettled eye,
And bosom lab'ring with a sigh,
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
To A Child

(Rosamund.)

The fairies have been busy while you slept;
They have been laughing where the sad rain wept,
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Edith Nesbit

Edith Nesbit