What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the
end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Tag: life death poem reflection song walt-whitman homage
In summer the empire of insects spreads.
Adam ZagajewskiTag: poetry poem insects summer empires
Iron helmets will not save/
Even heroes from the grave/
Good man's blood will drain away/
While the wickid win the day.
Tag: poem
Che pensieri soavi,
che speranze, che cori, o Silvia mia!
Quale allor ci apparia
la vita umana e il fato!
Quando sovviemmi di cotanta speme,
un affetto mi preme
acerbo e sconsolato,
e tornami a doler di mia sventura.
O natura, o natura,
perché non rendi poi
quel che prometti allor? perché di tanto
inganni i figli tuoi?
Le malheur avait mis
les habits du mensonge
Ils étaient d’un beau rouge
couleur du sang du cœur
Mais son cœur à lui était gris
Penché sur la margelle
il me chantait l’amour
Sa voix grinçait comme la poulie
Et moi
dans mon costume de vérité
je me taisais et je riais
et je dansais
au fond du puits
Et sur l’eau qui riait aussi
la lune brillait contre le malheur
la lune se moquait de lui.
Herr kakkerlakk i fotsid frakk og med for store sko, gikk på basar og vant et par kalosjer nummer to. Herr kakkerlakk sa tusen takk! og pakket gaven sammen, nå skal jeg hjem og vise dem til barna ogg madammen!
Inger HagerupTag: poem
As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.
Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know
That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories; fragrant memories
Come and go.
Only thoughts of you remain
In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.
Tag: poem you-remain
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear —
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream —
Lingering in the golden gleam —
Life, what is it but a dream?
Tag: poem
ONE WORD
One word
— one stone
in a cold river.
One more stone—
I'll need many stones
if I'm going to get over.
Tag: poetry poem norwegian-poet olav-hauge one-word
the poem doesn’t have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesn’t have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, it’s written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments, shouts and/ uncertainties.
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