For every bird there is this last migration;
Once more the cooling year kindles her heart;
With a warm passage to the summer station
Love pricks the course in lights across the chart.
Year after year a speck on the map, divided
By a whole hemisphere, summons her to come;
Season after season, sure and safely guided,
Going away she is also coming home.
And being home, memory becomes a passion
With which she feeds her brood and straws her nest,
Aware of ghosts that haunt the heart’s possession
And exiled love mourning within the breast.
The sands are green with a mirage of valleys;
The palm tree casts a shadow not its own;
Down the long architrave of temple or palace
Blows a cool air from moorland scarps of stone.
And day by day the whisper of love grows stronger;
That delicate voice, more urgent with despair,
Custom and fear constraining her no longer,
Drives her at last on the waste leagues of air.
A vanishing speck in those inane dominions,
Single and frail, uncertain of her place,
Alone in the bright host of her companions,
Lost in the blue unfriendliness of space.
She feels it close now, the appointed season;
The invisible thread is broken as she flies;
Suddenly, without warning, without reason,
The guiding spark of instinct winks and dies.
Try as she will, the trackless world delivers
No way, the wilderness of light no sign;
Immense,complex contours of hills and rivers
Mock her small wisdom with their vast design.
The darkness rises from the eastern valleys,
And the winds buffet her with their hungry breath,
And the great earth, with neither grief nor malice,
Receives the tiny burden of her death.
- And who in this world knows?Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here is all heart-easing, An ecstasy at play.The children dancing, … Read more
- And beheld an immense glory
Flooding with fire the drops
Spilled on miraculous leaves
Of the fresh green lime-tree tops.The rain was ending, and lightLifting the leaden skies.It shone upon ceiling and floorAnd dazzled a child's eyes.Pale after fever, a captiveApart from his schoolfellows,He stood at the high … Read more
- The rain was ending, and light
Lifting the leaden skies.
It shone upon ceiling and floor
And dazzled a child’s eyes.The rain was ending, and lightLifting the leaden skies.It shone upon ceiling and floorAnd dazzled a child's eyes.Pale after fever, a captiveApart from his schoolfellows,He stood at the high … Read more
- Woods ~ So old nowSo old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; No sound near.Shadows retreat into shadow, Deepening, crossed. Burning light singles a low … Read more
- Of sinister fancy, PoetryGuns! far and nearQuick, sudden, angry,They startle the still street,Upturned faces appear,Doors open on darkness,There is a hurrying of feet,And whirled athwart gloomWhite fingers of alarmPoint at last thereWhere … Read more
- Come YouthCOME then, as ever, like the wind at morning! Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renewFreshness to feel the eternities around it, Rain, stars and clouds, light and … Read more
- Locked wildly in one another’s arms
I saw two lovers meet.In the shadow of a broken house,Down a deserted street,Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs,And the silence of dead feet —Locked wildly in one another's armsI saw two … Read more
- In the high leaves of a walnut,
On the very topmost boughs,
A boy that climbed the branching bole
His cradled limbs would house.In the high leaves of a walnut,On the very topmost boughs,A boy that climbed the branching boleHis cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked himLong, idle … Read more
- England mourns for her dead across the sea.With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the … Read more
- Famous PoetsThat day a fire was in my blood; I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; The men I met seemed all so good, I scarcely knew I trod … Read more
- Famous Poets ~IThe rutted roads are all like iron; skiesAre keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves clingIn the bare woods, or the hardy bitter-sweet;Drivers have put their sheepskin jackets on;And all … Read more
- Famous Poets ~There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town;You can hear the groping ferries as they hoot each other down;From the Battery to Harlem there's seven … Read more
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- Famous Poets ~ILORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who am dust and air Blown through the halls of death, … Read more
- Famous PoetsI have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps. I loved, and have forgot,And yetLove tells me she will notForget. She it was bid me … Read more
- Famous Poets ~This was the gods' god, The leashed divinity, Divine divining rod And Me within me. By midnight tower and tree Its shadow on the ground Throw and in the … Read more
- Famous Poet~To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and the neon lighting, Reeling off in a drunken blur, … Read more
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- Famous Poets ~For every bird there is this last migration;Once more the cooling year kindles her heart;With a warm passage to the summer stationLove pricks the course in lights across the … Read more
- Famous Poets ~Make no mistake; there will be no forgiveness; No voice can harm you and no hand will save; Fenced by the magic of deliberate darkness You walk on the … Read more
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- Australia ~ WATTLEAustralian Wattle Tree🕊 OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces … Read more
- There is a gentle thought ~There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about love’s so sweet and true, the heart is conquered, … Read more
- Famous Poet ~ SeaWith short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of the surges livid, The seas that climb and the … Read more
- ~ Whispering in Wattle -Boughs – Adam Lindsay GordonAustralian Native Yellow Wattle Tree Blooms start of July OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the … Read more
- Australian Stock Men ~Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work cut out to guide Both horses, and to hold … Read more
- Collins Street AustraliaIN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust reclaimed from the sand … Read more
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- Famous Poets ~ Australia Botany Bay"I'm old Botany Bay; stiff in the joints, little to say. I am he who paved the way, that you might walk at your ease to-day; I was the … Read more
- Famous Poets ~ Scotland to the outback of AustraliaSons of the mountains of Scotland, Welshmen of coomb and defile, Breed of the moors of England, Children of Erin's green isle, We stand four square to the tempest, … Read more
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- Famous Poet ~ But the heart of man was a wandering thingI span and Eve spanA thread to bind the heart of man;But the heart of man was a wandering thingThat came and went with little to bring:Nothing he minded … Read more
- At a Dinner Party – Amy LevyFamous Poems ~With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I'll not complain–could one expect So dull a world to know? You look across the fruit … Read more
- Oh, Is It Love? – Amy LevyFamous Poet ~O is it Love or is it Fame, This thing for which I sigh? Or has it then no earthly name For men to call it by? I know … Read more
- Oh, Is It Love? – Amy LevyO is it Love or is it Fame, This thing for which I sigh? Or has it then no earthly name For men to call it by? I know … Read more
- ~ A PLAN THE MUSES ENTERTAINED. – Johann Wolfgang von GoetheA PLAN the Muses entertain'd Methodically to impart To Psyche the poetic art; Prosaic-pure her soul remain'd. No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre E'en in the fairest Summer night; … Read more