Poems about gentle (51 Poems)
Dream Song 19: Here, whence (John Berryman Poem)
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a green living drops limply into one’s hands without pleasure or interest Figurez-vous, a time swarms when the word ‘happy’ sheds … Continue reading
BALCONY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of caresses, The charm of evenings by the gentle fire, Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses! The eves illumined by the … Continue reading
TO A MADONNA (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest corner of my heart, From mortal hopes and mocking eyes apart, Carve of enamelled blue and gold a shrine For … Continue reading
MUSIC (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven’s infinity I lift my wandering sail. With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee, And through the cordage wail, I mount the hurrying … Continue reading
CONTEMPLATION (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry peace or care to human will, And in a misty veil enfolds the town. While the vile mortals of the … Continue reading
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There’s a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story of both do our townsmen tell. Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the East Asked, “Who … Continue reading
Thus the Mayne glideth (Robert Browning Poem)
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep ‘s no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, On and on, whate’er befall, Meandering and musical, Though the niggard pasturage Bears not on its shaven ledge Aught but … Continue reading
Over the Sea our Galleys Went (Robert Browning Poem)
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest-tree, Left leafy and rough as first it grew, And nailed … Continue reading
The Wanderers (Robert Browning Poem)
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave– A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest-tree Left leafy and rough as first it grew, And nail’d … Continue reading
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There’s a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story of both do our townsmen tell. Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the East, Asked, “Who … Continue reading