Poems about look (51 Poems)
I Taught Myself To Live Simply (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous worries. When the burdocks rustle in the ravine and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster … Continue reading
How can you bear to look at the Neva? (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?. Not in vain am I known as the grieving one Since the time you appeared to me. The black angels’ wings are sharp, … Continue reading
Lot’s Wife (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
And the just man trailed God’s shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice kept harrying his woman: “It’s not too late, you can still look back at the red towers of your native … Continue reading
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected – I shared all this with my own people There, where misfortune had abandoned us. [1961] INSTEAD OF A PREFACE During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen … Continue reading
Near The Wall Of A House (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that gives others a headache gave me flowers opening beautifully inside my brain. And he who was lost like a dog … Continue reading
Yad Mordechai (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here still look out the windows like sick children who are not allowed outside to play. And on the hillside, the battle is reenacted for the benefit of hikers and tourists. Soldiers of thin sheet … Continue reading
The Little Park Planted (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he was twenty eight years ago. Year by year they look more alike. His old parents come almost daily to sit … Continue reading
A Jewish Cemetery In Germany (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by shrubs, abandoned and forgotten. Neither the sound of prayer nor the voice of lamentation is heard there for the dead … Continue reading
Do Not Accept (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. Say it’s said And do not look to the west. Refuse To surrender. Try this year too To live alone … Continue reading
From the Hymn of Empedocles (Matthew Arnold Poem)
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy’d the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes; That we must … Continue reading