Mark van Doren Poems (10 Poems)
Spring Thunder (Mark van Doren Poem)
Listen, The wind is still, And far away in the night – See! The uplands fill With a running light. Open the doors. It is warm; And where the sky was clear– Look! The head of a storm That marches … Continue reading
The Deepest Dream (Mark van Doren Poem)
The deepest dream is of mad governors, Down, down we feel it, till the very crust Of the world cracks, and where there was no dust, Atoms of ruin rise. Confusion stirs, And fear; and all our thoughts–dark scavengers– Feed … Continue reading
Farewell and Thanksgiving (Mark van Doren Poem)
Whatever I have left unsaid When I am dead O’muse forgive me. You were always there, like light, like air. Those great good things of which the least bird sings, So why not I? Yet thank you even then, Sweet … Continue reading
He Loves Me (Mark van Doren Poem)
That God should love me is more wonderful Than that I so imperfectly love him. My reason is mortality, and dim Senses; his–oh, insupportable– Is that he sees me. Even when I pull Dark thoughts about my head, each vein … Continue reading
Morning Worship (Mark van Doren Poem)
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and live? Or better yet: birdsong, Brightening and spreading – How far would I come then To be at the world’s … Continue reading
Nothing Stays (Mark van Doren Poem)
Nothing stays not even change, That can grow tired of it’s own name; The very thought too much for it. Somewhere in air a stillness is, So far, so thin- But let it alone. Whoever we are it is not … Continue reading
Our Lady Peace (Mark van Doren Poem)
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified, Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused. The envelope of earth was powder loud; The taut wings shivered, driven at … Continue reading
After Long Drought (Mark van Doren Poem)
After long drought, commotion in the sky; After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes, The rain. It slashes leaves, and doubly drums On tin and shingle; beats and bends awry The flower heads; puddles dust, and with a sigh Like … Continue reading
Born Brothers (Mark van Doren Poem)
Equality is absolute or no. Nothing between can stand. We are the sons Of the same sire, or madness breaks and runs Through the rude world. Ridiculous our woe If single pity does not love it. So Our separate fathers … Continue reading
Dunce Songs : 9 (Mark van Doren Poem)
Love me little, love me long, Then we neither can be wrong: You in giving, I in taking; There is nor a heart breaking But remembers one touch, Or maybe seven, of too much. Love me more than halfway, though. … Continue reading
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