Topic: Life

Some Once Lovely Head

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. Omar Khayyam...

By Omar Khayyam
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30 September

The Laughing Heart

Your life is your life Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. Be on the watch. There are ways out. There is a light somewhere. It may not be much light but It beats the darkness. Be on the watch. The gods will offer you chances. Know them. Take them. You can’t beat death but You...

By Charles Bukowski
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23 September

To You

WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands; Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, Your true Soul and Body...

By Walt Whitman
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14 September

since feeling is first

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry - the best gesture of my brain...

By E. E. Cummings
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12 September

The Dead

I SEE them,—crowd on crowd they walk the earth, Dry leafless trees no autumn wind laid bare; And in their nakedness find cause for mirth, And all unclad would winter’s rudeness dare; No sap doth through their clattering branches flow, Whence springing leaves and blossoms bright appear: Their hearts the living...

By Jones Very
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05 September

I Dye Alive

O LIFE! what letts thee from a quicke decease? O death! what drawes thee from a present praye? My feast is done, my soule would be at ease, My grace is saide; O death! come take awaye. I live, but such a life as ever dyes; I dye, but such...

By Robert Southwell
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03 September


I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those...

By Percy Shelley
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01 September

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

LET us go then, you and I, When...

By T.S. Eliot
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28 August

No Longer Mourn for Me When I am Dead

71. No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: Nay if you read this line, remember not, The hand that writ it, for I...

By William Shakespeare
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18 August