July 12, 2013
A Six-Word Story Your fingerprints
Have not
Washed off.
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : modern
February 6, 2013
What Shall I do
What shall I do? Singer and first-born In a world where the deepest black is grey, And inspiration is kept in a thermos? With all this immensity In a measured world? Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : Russian
January 8, 2013
Loving Tenderness AboundsLoving tenderness abounds for all From the darkest To the most eminent one beyond the stars, Exquisitely loving all She bequeaths the kiss of peace Upon the ultimate king. Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : British
December 14, 2012
The Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood a while in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling th... Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : English
December 14, 2012
Theme with Variations
I never loved a dear Gazelle- Nor anything that cost me much; High prices profit those who sell,
But why should I be fond of such?\To glad me with his soft black eye My son comes trotting home form school;
He's had a fight but can't tell why-
He always was a little fool!But, when he came to know me well, He kicked me out, her testy Sire:
And when I stained my hair, that Belle
Might note the change, and thus admireAnd love me, it was sure to dye A muddy green, or staring b... Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : English
December 14, 2012
To MargaretWho hath seduced thee to this foul revoltFrom the pure well of Beauty undefiled?So banish from true wisdom to preferSuch squalid wit to honorable rhyme? To write? To scribble? Nonsense and no more?I will not write upon this argumentTo write is human- not to write divine."To Octavia"When wit, and wine, and friends have metAnd laughter crowns the festive hour In vain I struggle to forgetStill does my heart confess thy power And fondly turn to thee! But Octavia, do not strive to robMy he... Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : American
December 14, 2012
To HelenHelen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary way-worn travelor bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy-Land! To F____s S. O____dT... Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : American
December 14, 2012
Evening Star'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night,And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the lightOf the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gaz'd awhile On her cold smile, Too cold- too cold for me- There pass'd, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turn'd away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heav'n at night, And more I admir... Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : American
December 14, 2012
The Child Compassion Unwelcome child Compassion come Into my heart As to the womb, How heavilyIt laboureth In anguish to Bring thee to birth, O puny babeWith thy frail cry Too weak to live Too strong to die. Unwilling motherI confessed Do suckly thee Upon my breast Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : British
December 14, 2012
Spirit, Silken Thread Spirit, silken thread, Lightly wind Through the fingers Of my soul She is blind. . . . I Take Thee, LifeI take thee, Life, Because I need, A wanton love My flesh to feed. But still my soulInsatiate Cries out, cries out For its true mate. Continue reading...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber. Posted In : British
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This Blog
This is a sampling of some poets whom I have come to know and love. If you find something you like, look up the poet and do some research. I don't like typing up the really long stuff, so if you don't look them up, you might miss their best stuff! Anyway, enjoy my poetry addiction!
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