SPARK POEMS

You Made Love To My Soul

You made love to my soul

My soul you have captured
You touch every part of it
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Maite Lemekwane

The Breath Of Light

We are the gleam of infinite,
the breath of light,
the spark of life,
the chain of being,
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Alexis Karpouzos

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

A Man May Make A Remark

952

A Man may make a Remark-
In itself-a quiet thing
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Emily Dickinson

The Spark Of Life: AleΧis Karpouzos

We are the gleam of infinite,
the breathe of light,
the spark of life,
the chain of being,
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Alexis Karpouzos

My Heart

I.

Night, with her power to silence day,
Filled up my lonely room,
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George Macdonald

Any Wife To Any Husband

I

My love, this is the bitterest, that thou
Who art all truth and who dost love me now
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Robert Browning

Flambeau

There, where the pool of mortal light begins
to gather, where the rivulet breaks free
to make a fire, a flame blows in the wind.

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Jared Carter

The Roll Of The Kettledrum; Or, The Lay Of The Last Charger

“You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?”-Byron.
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Tower

It was deep night, and over Jerusalem's low roofs
The moon floated, drifting through high vaporous woofs.
The moonlight crept and glistened silent, solemn, sweet,
Over dome and column, up empty, endless street;
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Robert Nichols

Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

Absalom And Achitophel

In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:
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John Dryden

Mazelli: Canto Iii

I.

With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,
Wide waves the morn her golden wing;
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George W. Sands

Saadi

Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

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

A Winged Spark Doth Soar About'

1468

A winged spark doth soar about-
I never met it near
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Emily Dickinson

Lancelot 06

The dark of Modred's hour not yet availing,
Gawaine it was who gave the King no peace;
Gawaine it was who goaded him and drove him
To Joyous Gard, where now for long his army,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Listening

I listen to the stillness of you,
My dear, among it all;
I feel your silence touch my words as I talk,
And take them in thrall.
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D. H. Lawrence

The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe

The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane,
Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the night;
For, oh, the sky was desolate and wild with wind and rain;
And how the little room was crammed with coziness and light!
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Robert Service

Upon Prew His Maid

In this little Urne is laid
Prewdence Baldwin (once my maid)
From whose happy spark here let
Spring the purple violet.
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Robert Herrick

The Swimmer

With short, sharp, violent lights made vivid,
To southward far as the sight can roam,
Only the swirl of the surges livid,
The seas that climb and the surfs that comb.
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Captain Craig

I

I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Stars

(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)


Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
.....

Joyce Kilmer

An Alphabet

A is the Alphabet, A at its head;
A is an Antelope, agile to run.
B is the Baker Boy bringing the bread,
Or black Bear and brown Bear, both begging for bun.
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Christina Rossetti

Sabbath Queen

The sun has already disappeared beyond the treetops,
Come let us go and welcome the Sabbath Queen,
She is already descending among us, holy and blessed,
And with her are angels, a host of peace and rest,
.....

Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Penance

"Why do you sit, O pale thin man,
At the end of the room
By that harpsichord, built on the quaint old plan?
It is cold as a tomb,
.....

Thomas Hardy

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

Mu'tamid's Lament In Prison

In my breast,
A wail of grief,
Without any spark or flash,
Alone survives,
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Allama Muhammad Iqbal

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Spike Milligan

That Nature Is A Heraclitean Fire And Of The Comfort Of The Resurrection

Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ‘flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs' they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, ‘wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and shadowtackle in long' lashes lace, lance, and pair.
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Gerard Manley Hopkins

Pink And Blues

Pink And Blues

Since the day she was born
In pink she was adorn
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Jumana Multan

The Parting

Sky's a-waxin' grey,
Got to be a-goin';
Gittin' on my way,
Where? I ain't a-knowin'.
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Robert Service

On A Cannon

Begotten, and born, and dying with noise,
The terror of women, and pleasure of boys,
Like the fiction of poets concerning the wind,
I'm chiefly unruly when strongest confined.
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Jonathan Swift

A Hymn

AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT.'

Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
For oh, my steps are weak,
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Christmas Eve

I

Out of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night-air again.
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Robert Browning

Prayer

White, O white faceâ??
from disenchanted days
wither alike dark rose
and fiery bays:
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Hilda Doolittle

Philemon

Ye blooming youth, possest of every grace,
Which can delight the eye, or please the ear,
Who boast a polish'd mind and faultless face,
Awhile the councils of Philemon hear!
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Matilda Betham

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

The Barrier

I must not gaze at them although
Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go
Your sun-illumined way;
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Claude Mckay

Give Your Heart To The Hawks

1 he apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

That heaped the beach with black weed, filled the dry grass

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Robinson Jeffers

Ballad

I know my love is true,
And oh the day is fair.
The sky is clear and blue,
The flowers are rich of hue,
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Night

The ebb slips from the rock, the sunken
Tide-rocks lift streaming shoulders
Out of the slack, the slow west
Sombering its torch; a ship's light
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Robinson Jeffers

Don Juan: Canto The Eighth

The town was taken--whether he might yield
Himself or bastion, little matter'd now:
His stubborn valour was no future shield.
Ismail's no more! The Crescent's silver bow
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George Gordon Byron

St. Barnabas

The sea of consolation, a Levite. Acts iv. 36.


The world's a room of sickness, where each heart
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John Keble

Voyaging

for Maxime du Camp

I.

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Charles Baudelaire

The May Night

MUSE.
Give me a kiss, my poet, take thy lyre;
The buds are bursting on the wild sweet-briar.
To-night the Spring is born-the breeze takes fire.
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Emma Lazarus

The Impossible Thing

A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
So great a charm was prompted to impart;
To one in love, that he the lady gained,
And full possession in the end obtained:
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Jean De La Fontaine

Ode In May

Let me go forth, and share
The overflowing Sun
With one wise friend, or one
Better than wise, being fair,
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William Watson

Octaves

I

To get at the eternal strength of things,
And fearlessly to make strong songs of it,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Soliloquy

Here's a beautiful earth and a wonderful sky,
And to see them, God gives us a heart and an eye;
Nor leaves us untouch'd by the pleasure they yield,
Like the fowls of the heaven, or the beasts of the field.
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Jane Taylor