Quotes about token, page 16
The White Feather
A pure white feather floats silently towards the ground.
As it lands, I pick it up,
and rest it gently in the palm of my hand.
Perhaps it's a delicate fragment from an Angel's wing,
possibly, a token of heavenly love,
or maybe, I see it as my own delight in a gentle white feather.
But as my eyes alight on this fragile plume,
my spirit lifts,
and I have a feeling
that my Guardian Angel is near me,
and is ever watchful.
I believe this perception will always stay with me,
and each time I glimpse a pure white feather
I will offer thanks to my
imperceivable protector.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Your Mercy
I saw myself lonely, abandoned, foresaken
My scars ripped wide open, my self-belief shaken
I asked for a dollar, they gave me a token
I called for my justice, the scales were all broken
The winter is coming, the dreams near to dying
That I've tried to protect without weapons or lying
I banked on exception but I was not chosen
My rivers of longing were too fast or frozen
And now I meet creatures whose clothes have been taken
Their dignity stolen, their neighbours betrayed them
I must lay down with them, although they will curse me
For only with them may I beg for your mercy.
poem by Frank Bana
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No winter will destroy the coming spring
(after John Donne)
No winter will destroy the coming spring,
between you and me
and the feelings that are rising
come with raging passion and with dignity
and gently flowers unfold on every branch,
while birds are singing,
there is something deep in every glance
in every small token that you are bringing
and those who laugh at love poetry,
do not dwell deeper still,
in the words see only you and me,
do not know love as we do and will:
To me you are the one that love affords
the one I have to praise in all my words.
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poem by Gert Strydom
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Terzanelle to a pet Cobra
Within your exposed white fangs
I look into the abyss
where death hangs
and with a soft hiss
you come erect.
I look into the abyss
without my own neglect
with a deadly sting
you come erect
and I see friendship in the hissing thing
being a comrade in loneliness.
With a deadly sting,
spreading your hood to some as a token of holiness
you come to peace closing the recess
being a comrade in loneliness
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poem by Gert Strydom
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Wapentake
To Alfred Tennyson
Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine;
Not as a knight, who on the listed field
Of tourney touched his adversary's shield
In token of defiance, but in sign
Of homage to the mastery, which is thine,
In English song; nor will I keep concealed,
And voiceless as a rivulet frost-congealed,
My admiration for thy verse divine.
Not of the howling dervishes of song,
Who craze the brain with their delirious dance,
Art thou, O sweet historian of the heart!
Therefore to thee the laurel-leaves belong,
To thee our love and our allegiance,
For thy allegiance to the poet's art.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Assert It!
I have asserted my sentence,
Your ancient nature is a token,
Forming itself woollen, in a shroud,
Opening and closing its scales and gills,
Without the rapidity of fish,
Speaking altogether, in twisted forms
Like lasses of the wind and rain.
Open the shop of integrity,
See your descending steps,
The ascension is near and in closeness
To the bomb that may erupt
For the final display to mankind.
This lie is surrounding us,
Young people clear the fountains,
And bad mountains foreshadow us
In their light and darkness
Of steel and speech from the asserter
Of sentences.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Smile
About a lady's smile, so much is said and seen
Its softness, its sweetness, its mellowness that heals
But of a lady's smile, should wary be a man
The smile of deception, the smile of betrayal
For smiles have occupied pages in history
The smiles of Delilah and Samson's tragedy
It was Helen's smile that launched a thousand ships
And caused a war between the Trojans and the Greeks
And brought much tragedy on both sides of the fence
The lessson the Trojans learned from the incidence
They took in a token left by the clever Greeks
A 'smiling' wooden horse waiting outside the gate
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Not A Word
Love, my heart is faint with waiting,
Faint with hope and joy deferred,
All night long at this sad grating,
Sleepless like a prisoned bird,
Singing low,
Singing slow:
Come, ah come, love.--Not a word!
Love, in vain for thee this token
Did I tie, poor silken cord,
To my window. See, 'tis broken
And the strands fly heavenward.
All are free,
All but me.
Come, ah come, love.--Not a word!
Lo, the first sad streak of morning
Cleaves the heaven like a sword.
Love, too late I hear the warning,
Of thy footstep on the sward.
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poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Please Bring a Token Home from Each Journey
Please bring a token home from each journey
Along with your worn-out feet, bring butterfly wings
I am writing the story of our companionship
If you can, please bring a noble word
I hope fidelity will not exhaust us
That we can renew this romance
That if in some enchanted place, you are captured
by a moonlit face, you will carve a likeness, bring it home
Your passion for travel takes you away from home
Please do not bring back regret like dust in your pockets
It is strange air that we all breathe
May your eyes fill when you come home
[Translated by Nukhbah Langah and Lavinia Greenlaw]
poem by Noshi Gilani
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The Undiscovered Country
Forever am I conscious, moving here,
That should I step a little space aside
I pass the boundary of some glorified
Invisible domain -- it lies so near!
Yet nothing know we of that dim frontier
Which each must cross, whatever fate betide,
To reach the heavenly cities where abide
(Thus Sorrow whispers) those that were most dear,
Now all transfigured in celestial light!
Shall we indeed behold them, thine and mine,
Whose going hence made black the noonday sun? --
Strange is it that across the narrow night
They fling us not some token, or make sign
That all beyond is not Oblivion.
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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