I am deep into poetry right now so Let´s share some short but good poems.
The Blind by Charles Hanson Towne
The blind man fumbeld down the street,
(How far, for him, the street must wind!)
I heard the click of his wretched stick,
His thin, "Please help the blind!"
I hurried past him, till his voice
Was lost, like gulls´ cries far at sea.
I had two eyes, but saw him not:
If he was blind, oh, what of me?!
In The Park by Gwen Harwood
She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once passed by – too late
to feign indifference to that casual nod.
“How nice” et cetera. “Time holds great surprises.”
From his neat head unquestionably rises
a small balloon…”but for the grace of God…”
They stand a while in flickering light, rehearsing
the children’s names and birthdays. “It’s so sweet
to hear their chatter, watch them grow and thrive,”
she says to his departing smile. Then, nursing
the youngest child, sits staring at her feet.
To the wind she says, “They have eaten me alive.”
And The Days Are Not Full Enough by Ezra Pound
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
>>7709756
Things ain't coming fast enough
There is no hood that's hard enough
I can't fold I need gold
product must be sold to yo!
The Thaw by Henry David Thoreau;
I saw the civil sun drying earth’s tears —
Her tears of joy that only faster flowed,
Fain would I stretch me by the highway side,
To thaw and trickle with the melting snow,
That mingled soul and body with the tide,
I too may through the pores of nature flow.
But I alas nor tinkle can nor fume,
One jot to forward the great work of Time,
‘Tis mine to hearken while these ply the loom,
So shall my silence with their music chime.
Another one by Charles Hanson Towne -Around the Corner
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him',
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Can we post poems in different languages?
Gretchen la pâle - Poem by Émile Nelligan
Elle est de la beauté des profils de Rubens
Dont la majesté calme à la sienne s'incline.
Sa voix a le son d'or de mainte mandoline
Aux balcons de Venise avec des chants lambins.
Ses cheveux, en des flots lumineux d'eaux de bains,
Déferlent sur sa chair vierge de manteline ;
Son pas, soupir lacté de fraîche mousseline,
Simule un vespéral marcher de chérubins.
Elle est comme de l'or d'une blondeur étrange.
Vient-elle de l'Eden ? de l'Erèbe ? Est-ce un ange
Que ce mystérieux chef-d'œuvre du limon ?
La voilà se dressant, torse, comme un jeune arbre.
Souple Anadyomène... Ah ! gare à ce démon !
C'est le Paros qui tue avec ses bras de marbre !
>>7709718
Autism
>>7709848
It's weird how i kind of almost like this, even though it's so on the nose and has dreadful rhymes
>>7709799
this is fucking good, why haven't i read any Thoreau?
On Human Dignity by Yeats
Like the moon her kindness is,
if kindness I may call
what has no comprehension in't
but is the same for all, as though
my sorrow were a scene upon a painted wall.
So like a bit of stone I lie
under a broken tree.
I could recover if I shrieked
my heart's agony to passing bird,
but I am dumb from human dignity.
In a Station of the Metro by Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
