Birth Poems
Duino Elegies: The First Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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The Pig
by Roald Dahl
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
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The Country Of Marriage
by Wendell Berry
I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
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Ode To Valour
by Mary Darby Robinson
TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r!
Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien!
Who, rob'd in majesty sublime,
Sat in thy eagle-wafted car,
And led the hardy sons of war,
With head erect, and eye serene,
Amidst the arrowy show'r;
When unsubdued, from clime to clime,
YOUNG AMMON taught exulting Fame
O'er earth's vast space to sound the glories of thy name.
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Spelling
by Margaret Atwood
My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.
I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
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Unripe Greengages
by Rosa Jamali
'UNRIPE GREENGAGES'
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from Original Persian into English by the Author
I'm unripe greengages
It was a necessity
That I was just born to be a flavour.
Les Nouveaux Jours Frais
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the pale sunshine of a springtime morn,
As fresh as the dawn before it was born,
Such creamy clouds, grace a deep blue sky,
After the midnight of rain has passed by.
Plum purple blooms, leave scented traces,
As butterflies appear in unlikely places,
In hues of green, white, orange and gold,
As bees hum to the drummer in the marigold!
Baby bluebirds peep in tranquil treetops,
While the caress of breezes is felt nonstop.
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The Poem of a Living
by Gulhaider Zaidi
They say, poetry makes you imaginary
Far lost in words... disconnected
When they themselves began their lives
Singing rhymes, poems... twinkle twinkle li'l star
Sleeping to their gran's lullabies
Frolickin' in the farms...to the poetry of tall grasses
Dreaming of nature's poems...its soul rests within you
Growin' up with your beloved alongside
Writing letters to your love... replete with poetry so melancholy...
When thy love jilts you...you weave a song
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LIFE
by sreevatsa mangapuram
LIFE, IS IT ALL ABOUT LIFE AND DEATH?
WE DONT TAKE ANYTHING WHEN WE DIE
THEY SAY,
THEN WHAT'S THE PURPOSE OF LIVING?
IS IT ABOUT LIVING FOR OTHERS IN THE NAME OF LOVE?
OR HOUND SOMEONE FOR OUR FAILURES?
IS THERE ANY NEXUS BETWEEN SUCCESS AND OUR LIFE?
IS LIFE ABOUT CHASING GOALS THAT GIVES NO SATISFACTION?
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Birth
by Christofer Barbieri
Birth is the ultimate lottery.
Contradictory to equality.,
Nobody loses entirely.
To win is established
In advantage you recieve.
Situational conditions.
Unregulated admission.
Head starts in life given.
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