Poems about longevity (10 Poems)

    The Lesson Of The Moth (Donald Marquis Poems)

    i was talking to a moththe other eveninghe was trying to break intoan electric light bulband fry himself on the wires why do you fellowspull this stunt i asked himbecause it is the conventionalthing for moths or whyif that had … Continue reading

    Autumn Leaves (Anna Seward Poems)

    Behold that tree in autumn’s dim decay, Stripped by the frequent chill and eddying wind; Where yet some yellow lonely leaves we find Lingering and trembling on the naked spray, Twenty, perchance, for millions whirled away! Emblem–alas too just!–of human … Continue reading

    Chorus From Oedipus At Colonos (Anthony Hecht Poem)

    What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting tide of years Casts up to view more sorrowful things than joyful; And as for pleasures, once beyond our prime, … Continue reading

    One Morning (Eamon Grennan Poem)

    Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of this savage valediction. That headlong high sound the oystercatcher makes came echoing through the rocky cove where a cormorant was … Continue reading

    To Tag (Raymond A. Foss Poem)

    To tag, or not to tag: that is the problem: Whether ’tis nobler in the whole to endure The slings and arrows of disgruntled faculty, Or to take steps against a claim of ownership, And by refuting quell them? To … Continue reading

    Lapis Lazuli (William Butler Yeats Poems)

    (For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets that are always gay, For everybody knows or else should know That if nothing drastic is done Aeroplane and Zeppelin … Continue reading

    Phizzog (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)

    standing in front of a mirror you recall it said: to hinge upon time is self-delusion tomorrows and days after, longevity or ephemeron are mere matters of illusion at twilight or dawn being singularly alone, or with a once-beloved one, … Continue reading

    I Am Vertical (Sylvia Plath Poems)

    But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals and motherly love So that each March I may gleam into leaf, Nor am I the beauty of a garden … Continue reading

    Envoi (Ezra Pound Poems)

    Go, dumb-born book, Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes: Hadst thou but song As thou hast subjects known, Then were there cause in thee that should condone Even my faults that heavy upon me lie And … Continue reading

    Very Like a Whale (Ogden Nash Poems)

    One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of simile and metaphor. Authors of all races, be they Greeks, Romans, Teutons or Celts, Can’t seem just to say that … Continue reading