Carpe diem Poems
The Still Time
by Galway Kinnell
I know there is still time -
time for the hands
to open, for the bones of them
to be filled
by those failed harvests of want,
the bread imagined of the days of not having.
Now that the fear
has been rummaged down to its husk,
and the wind blowing
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The Truly Great
by Stephen Spender
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious, is never to forget
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The Layers
by Stanley Jasspon Kunitz
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
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Song Of Myself, III
by Walt Whitman
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the
beginning and the end
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
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Are They Shadows That We See?
by Samuel Daniel
Are they shadows that we see?
And can shadows pleasure give?
Pleasures only shadows be
Cast by bodies we conceive,
And are made the things we deem,
In those figures which they seem.
But these pleasures vanish fast,
Which by shadows are exprest:
Pleasures are not, if they last,
In their passing, is their best.
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"Carpe Diem"
by Mario Odekerken
Nutze den Tag,
nicht mit geballten Fäusten,
sondern mit offenen Augen.
Sieh,wie das Licht
über die Wand wandert,
niemals auf dieselbe Weise zurückkehrt.
Die Zeit verlangt nichts,
und lässt doch alles zurück.
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Carpe Diem.
by Mario Odekerken
Seize the day,
not with clenched fists,
but with open eyes.
Watch the light
as it moves across the wall,
never to return the same way.
Time asks for nothing,
yet leaves everything behind.
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Carpe Diem
by Mario Odekerken
Grijp de dag,
niet met beide handen,
maar met open ogen.
Zie hoe het licht
langs de muur glijdt
zonder ooit terug te keren.
De tijd vraagt niets,
maar laat alles achter.
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Song Of Myself, III
by Walt Whitman
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the
beginning and the end
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
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The One You Wanted To Be Is The One You Are
by Jean Valentine
She saying, You don't have to do anything
you don't even have to be, you Only who are,
you nobody from nowhere,
without one sin or one good quality,
without one book, without one word,
without even a comb, you!
The one you wanted to be
in the one you are. Come play…
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