Poems about impossibly (14 Poems)
Elegy I (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenlypressed me against his heart, I would perishin the embrace of his stronger existence.For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terrorwhich we … Continue reading
Puella Mea (E. E. Cummings Poems)
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies were. In her perfectest array my lady, moving in the day, is a little stranger thing than crisp Sheba with … Continue reading
The House (Anne Sexton Poems)
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its kelly-green lawn. The same dreadful set, the same family of orange and pink faces carved and dressed up like puppets … Continue reading
A Poem For the End of the Century (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
When everything was fineAnd the notion of sin had vanishedAnd the earth was readyIn universal peaceTo consume and rejoiceWithout creeds and utopias, I, for unknown reasons,Surrounded by the booksOf prophets and theologians,Of philosophers, poets,Searched for an answer,Scowling, grimacing,Waking up at … Continue reading
My Friend, My Friend (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who will forgive me for the things I do?With no special legend of God to refer to,With my calm white pedigree, my yankee kin,I think it would be better to be a Jew. I forgive you for what you did … Continue reading
I Apprehend You… (Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok Poems)
I apprehend You. The years pass by -Yet in constant form, I apprehend You. The whole horizon is aflame – impossibly sharp,And mute, I wait, – with longing and with love. The whole horizon is aflame, and your appearance near.And … Continue reading
Pinup (Billy Collins Poem)
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings on the wall above a bench of tools. Your ears are ringing with the sound of the mechanic hammering on … Continue reading
Melancholia (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
The sickness of desire, that in dark days Looks on the imagination of despair, Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his praise; Nor but in sleep findeth a cure for care. Incertainty that once gave scope to dream Of laughing enterprise … Continue reading
A Winter Daybreak Above Vence (James Wright Poems)
The night’s drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie little dunes on the roof of the house. In the valley below me, Miles between me and the town of … Continue reading
My Friend, My Friend (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who will forgive me for the things I do? With no special legend of God to refer to, With my calm white pedigree, my yankee kin, I think it would be better to be a Jew. I forgive you for … Continue reading