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Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter

There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.

O bright magnolia bursting in the foam,
magnetic transient whose death blooms
and vanishes--being, nothingness--forever:
broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea.

You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:

because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
galloping water, incessant sand,
we make the only permanent tenderness.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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Evenén in the Village

Now the light o' the west is a-turn'd to gloom,
An' the men be at hwome vrom ground;
An' the bells be a-zendén all down the Coombe
From tower, their mwoansome sound.
An' the wind is still,
An' the house-dogs do bark,
An' the rooks be a-vled to the elems high an' dark,
An' the water do roar at mill.

An' the flickerén light drough the window-peäne
Vrom the candle's dull fleäme do shoot,
An' young Jemmy the smith is a-gone down leäne,
A-plaÿén his shrill-vaiced flute.
An' the miller's man,
Do zit down at his ease
On the seat that is under the cluster o' trees,
Wi' his pipe an' his cider can.

poem by William Barnes
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If Only I Could

I traveled in haste down the luminous blue halls,
Of pleiade's wonderous seven star cluster,
With speeds more swifter than cosmic winds could muster.
I journeyed from Omega's red clouded heavens,
And saw orion's constellation of seven.
I played inside Andromeda's massive back yard,
And sped from spica to the far distant north star.
I flew the dipper to Arcturu's big orange,
And peered through speeding portals at hot giant blues,
and bright hues of blue from distant quasars afar.
I sped to myriads of lights in the dark night sky,
And winged my way awry, from star, to star, to star.

poem by Robert E. Robinson
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Summer Of The Unlocked Door

It is raised up from the dust this earth of the silver maker,
her for me it was higher than the arm could and yet
infused as the rose I scented, starry nights stretch out.
O dresses flowing silver, towards me, therein you reach
and it faces to each of us.
There is the petaled flower of which,
and you open freely as the sun without obstacle.
May the white leaf, the flower did not run off nor divide the silver
from that kind of rare silver; O it is white, it does become you,
your cluster, thickly with the veined branch,
summer of the unlocked door
and it has the fruit which it matures, do.

poem by Is It Poetry
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Written in Butler's Sermons

Affections, Instincts, Principles, and Powers,
Impulse and Reason, Freedom and Control--
So men, unravelling God's harmonious whole,
Rend in a thousand shreds this life of ours.
Vain labour! Deep and broad, where none may see,
Spring the foundations of the shadowy throne
Where man's one Nature, queen-like, sits alone,
Centred in a majestic unity;
And rays her powers, like sister islands, seen
Linking their coral arms under the sea:
Or cluster'd peaks, with plunging gulfs between
Spann'd by aërial arches, all of gold;
Whereo'er the chariot wheels of Life are roll'd
In cloudy circles, to eternity.

poem by Matthew Arnold from Sonnets (1849)
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Thanks for Photographing me

thanks for photographing me
because it puts a perspective to me
my sense of things, my face, my smile
and i love the black and white because
they give that extra dimension colours
could never do, a dimension the world
could actually sink into to help our mind
focus on the realities of things, a hand,
a diamond, a lip, a cluster of tears and love
your mind helps define the relationships
they become so much closer to you
thanks for photographing me
because it puts a perspective into me
perspectives that otherwise are eaten up
by the passage of time, and the nonchalance
of the world and my own senses of myself

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Gone

Maybe passion is just an ideal
Chandelier of sleep
The base never moves
Cluster of topaz dreams
Giving the tree of life
Always heading past death
Freedom cleaves to letting go
We see nothing in vanity
We are all alone
Artists of dalliance
Gallant ships of another s perception
Unimpressed fallen Bordeaux
Ubiquitous trivia
Defined by stained glass tears
Tragedy salvages the sequin mask
You are Verdun
We are trenches of the rainy night
Bury the opulent dead
They have come to our wedding
The other side looks on

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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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You look like

After so many exhausting years
Of living your life, you dry your tears
You look like a nice silvery but
So desiccated mongongo nut

That nut looking so much like lustre
When it is hanged in its own cluster
From the tree of life on Christmas night,
'Cause that tree has an eternal light

That never goes out 'cause it's divine
And there you deserve to breathe and shine
Among candles that burn in that night
You are my so special human light

You always give others what they need
Your going forth is armed with your Creed.
And no one can ever take this from you
You're my lover and it rings so true.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Morning in America

Look down
and see how the valley wakes.

Beneath these rolling ridges,
dark houses steam and cluster
into tight, thin streets,
the morning mist
softly washing
ranks of backyard fences
into spectral smudges
between still, red
autumnal trees.

The city begins again
after its long, November night;
cars and trucks flow
into highways, slowly
edging east into west,
and complete at last
the long, twisted

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poem by Steven Federle
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Communion

I touched the sofa
Where once she sat
Reading Emily Dickinson
With candles lit.

Her soul was still with me
Like a sweet dream
Even before I sank
Into sacred sleep.

I don't want to walk through life
Mournfully like an ascetic nun
Living in a cluster
Hidden from the sun.

I have a heart of silence
Gazing at the sunset
Asking for spiritual guidance
And not the ability to forget.

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poem by Uriah Hamilton
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