Silence Poems
When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D
by Walt Whitman
from Memories of President Lincoln
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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
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Great Are The Myths
by Walt Whitman
GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
inventors, rulers, warriors, and priests.
Great is Liberty! great is Equality! I am their follower;
Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft! where you sail, I sail,
I weather it out with you, or sink with you.
Great is Youth--equally great is Old Age--great are the Day and
Night;
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Mandalay
by Rudyard Kipling
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
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Realisation
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;
Or so the unperceiving thought,
Who looked no deeper than her face,
Devoid of chiselled lines of grace –
No farther than her humble grate,
And wondered how she bore her fate.
Yet she was neither lone nor sad;
So much of love her spirit had,
She found an ever-flowing spring
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The Shooting Of Dan Mcgrew
by Robert William Service
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
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Remembrance
by Ghairo Daniels
watching passivity in activity
sad, sombrely sad
memories from womb rise and fall
little miracles of remembrance
holding the hands of Fate we wait
Wheels of Fortune revolves, race stagnates
we do not cry, hankerchiefs dry
timeless we watch, clock ticking
clock glancing, mindful of time
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Die Sprache der Stille
by Mario Odekerken
Stille sprecht
ohne Worte,
sie webt Fäden
zwischen Atem und Gedanke.
In der Stille hörst du
das Ungesagte,
das Zittern der Erinnerungen,
das Schlagen eines Herzens,
das nichts verbirgt.
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The language of silence
by Mario Odekerken
Silence speaks
without words,
it weaves threads
between breath and thought.
In silence you hear
the unspoken,
the trembling of memories,
the beating of a heart
that hides nothing.
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De Taal van Stilte
by Mario Odekerken
Stilte spreekt
zonder woorden,
zij weeft draden
tussen adem en gedachte.
In stilte hoor je
het ongezegde,
het trillen van herinneringen,
het kloppen van een hart
dat zichzelf niet verbergt.
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Silence
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
There are days
When the mind is a crowded street,
The heart a locked room,
And yet,
The mouth stays shut.
Cause you don’t want to speak?
No, no, no,
Cause no alphabet you know
Can carry this heaviness without breaking.
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Henry Wadswor Longfellow (36 poems about Silence)
27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine -
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Christopher John Brennan (5 poems about Silence)
1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia -
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