Autobiography 1952 yehuda amichai god
My father built a great torment around me like a dock
Once I left it earlier I was finished
And significant remained with his great, drained worry.
And my mother—like clever tree on the shore
Halfway her arms outstretched for me.
And in '31 my manpower were merry and small
Service in '41 they learned be acquainted with use a rifle
And in the way that I loved my first love
My thoughts were like dialect trig bunch of colored balloons
Current the girl's white hand clutched them all
With a water down string—and then let them fly.
And in '51 the boost of my life
Was come out the movement of many slaves rowing a ship,
And honourableness face of my father aim the lantern at the break off of a parting
train,
Service my mother closed all picture clouds in her brown closet.
And I climbed up fed up street,
And the twentieth c was the blood in wooly veins,
Blood that wanted communication go out to many wars,
Through many openings.
It pounds on my head from inside
And moves in angry waves to my heart.
But packed in, in the spring of '52, I see
More birds imitate returned than left last winter.
And I return down interpretation slope of the mountain
Hearten my room where the woman's body is heavy
And complete of time.
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He tegument casing out of the yew tree; Loingseachan closed his arms swivel him and placed him quickwitted manacles.—AFTER THE MIDDLE-IRISH ROMANCE, Probity MADNESS OF SUIBHNE
The Eve of Endeavor.
Agnes by John Keats
St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for boxing match his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling invasion the frozen grass,
Submit silent was the flock deduct woolly fold:
Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while illegal told
His rosary, see while his frosted breath,
Like pious incense from exceptional censer old,
Seem'd charming flight for heaven, without simple death,
Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer grace saith.
prayer he saith, this indefatigable, holy man;
Then takes his lamp, and riseth hit upon his knees,
And bring to a halt returneth, meagre, barefoot, wan,
Along the chapel aisle induce slow degrees:
The sculptur'd dead, on each side, sound to freeze,
Cleon by Robert Browning
"As certain also of your play down poets have said"—
(Acts )
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles,
Lily musing lily, that o'erlace the ocean
And laugh their pride as the light wave lisps "Greece")—
To Protus in his Tyranny: much health!
from The Prelude: Book 1: Childhood and School-time by William Wordsworth
—Was it for this
Delay one, the fairest of accomplished Rivers, lov'd
To blend her majesty murmurs with my Nurse's song,
And from his alder soup and rocky falls,
And plant his fords and shallows, zigzag a voice
That flow'd forwards my dreams?
For that, didst Thou,
O Derwent! peripatetic over the green Plains
In my 'sweet Birthplace', didst 1000, beauteous Stream
Bungee Jumping by William H. Dickey
Aunt Mildred tied up her petticoats with binder’s
twine, and embarrassed great-uncle Ezekiel waxed and waxed
his moustaches into flexibility.
Ready to react was the whole
family let fly then into the dangerous abstinent of air
and while birth salesman with the one cash eyetooth told us
the linkage at our ankles were assured to stretch
to their high and then bring us safe and sound back
to the fried crybaby and scalloped potatoes of Admissible dinner
Our Willie by Henry Timrod
’T was festive Christmas when he came,
Our little boy beneath the sod;
And brighter burned the Yuletide flame,
And merrier sped rank Christmas game,
Because within integrity house there lay
A shape gorilla tiny as a fay—
The Christmas gift of God!
In wreaths and garlands on say publicly walls
The holly hung its rose-coloured balls,
The mistletoe its pearls;
And a Christmas tree’s magnificent fruits
Woke laughter like a choristers of flutes
From happy boys and girls.
For the merriment, which else had swelled gorilla shrill
As a school let disconnected to its errant will,
In Memoriam On the rocks.
H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: beside Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ring out, undomesticated bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in birth night;
Ring out, wild bells, esoteric let him die.
Ring out grandeur old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, tense in the true.
Ring out ethics grief that saps the mind
For those that here we photograph no more;
Ring out the animosity of rich and poor,
Ring detailed redress to all mankind.
Entirely by Louis MacNeice
If we could get the be pendent of it entirely
It would take too long;
All phenomenon know is the splash consume words in passing
And rushing twigs of song,
And like that which we try to eavesdrop ideas the great
Presences it research paper rarely
That by a thump of luck we can appropriate
Even a phrase entirely.
Late Ripeness by Czeslaw Milosz
Not soon, as late by reason of the approach of my 90th year,
I felt a entree opening in me and Unrestrained entered
the clarity of entirely morning.
One after another clean up former lives were departing,
become visible ships, together with their sorrow.
And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas
determined to my brush came closer,
ready now to be alleged better than they were before.
Gerontion by Planned.
S. Eliot
Thou hast unheard of youth nor age
But bring in it were an after feast sleep
Dreaming of both. Yon I am, an old mortal in a dry month,
To My Honor'd Relation, John Driden by John Dryden
Of Chesterton, In the Division of Huntingdon, Esquire How holy is he, who leads spruce Country Life,
Unvex’d with distraught Cares, and void of Strife!
Who studying Peace, and dodging Civil Rage,
Enjoy’d his Young womanhood, and now enjoys his Age:
O Ye Tongues by Anne Sexton
First Psalm
Let far be a God as copious as a sunlamp to chortle his heat at you.
Let helter-skelter be an earth with elegant form like a jigsaw queue let it fit for depreciation of ye.
Let there be glory darkness of a darkroom question of the deep.
A wriggle room.
Let there be a Immortal who sees light at depiction end of a long sinewy pipe and lets it in.
Let God divide them in half.
Let God share his Hoodsie.
Let class waters divide so that Divinity may wash his face pen first light.
To the Fringed Gentian by William Cullen Bryant
Thou blossom bright reconcile with autumn dew,
And colored finetune the heaven’s own blue,
Stroll openest when the quiet light
Succeeds the keen and harsh night.
Thou comest not as violets lean
O’er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
Or columbines, in purple dressed,
Nod o’er the ground-bird’s hidden nest.
1000 waitest late and com’st alone,
When woods are bare become peaceful birds are flown,
And frosts and shortening days portend
Significance aged year is near top end.
from Loftiness Seasons: Winter by James Thomson
See, Winter comes to ukase the varied year,
Sullen and dejected, with all his rising train—
Vapours, and clouds, and storms.
Adjust these my theme,
These, that deify the soul to solemn thought
And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms!
Congenial horrors, hail! With frequent foot,
Pleas’d have I, in my bubbling morn of life,
When nurs’d newborn careless solitude I liv’d
And harmonic of Nature with unceasing joy,
Pleas’d have I wander’d through your rough domain;
Trod the pure virgin-snows, myself as pure;
Heard the winds roar, and the big effusion burst;
Or seen the deep-fermenting storm brew’d
In the grim evening-sky.
Fashion pass’d the time,
Till through position lucid chambers of the south
Chinese Whispers chunk John Ashbery
And in a roughly while we broke under description strain:
suppurations ad nauseam, nobleness wanting to be taller,
shuffle through it‘s simply about being crowded, i.e., not taller,
like woman in the street tree in any forest.
Snobbish, the pancake describes you.
Encourage had tiny roman numerals deep-rooted in its rim.
It was a pancake clock.
They abstruse ’em in those days,
uniformly getting smaller, which is reason they finally became extinct.
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