Silence Poems
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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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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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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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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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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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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In my silence
by Peter Dr Lim
I'm at my best
in my silence
none there will notice
my presence
while I listen
to their every sentence
as each sinks into my being
I'll be able to discern the nuance
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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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