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Famous Short Senses Poems. Short Senses Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Senses Poems. Short Senses Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Senses short poems

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by Emily Dickinson

Had we our senses

 Had we our senses
But perhaps 'tis well they're not at Home
So intimate with Madness
He's liable with them

Had we the eyes without our Head --
How well that we are Blind --
We could not look upon the Earth --
So utterly unmoved --


by Paul Eluard

Other Children

 "Little child of my five senses 
and of my tenderness." 
Let us cradle our loves, 
We will have good children. 
Well cared for, 
We will fear nothing on earth, 
Happiness, good fortune, prudence, 
Our loves 

And this leap from age to age, 
From the order of a child to that of an old man, 
Will not diminish us. 
(Confidence).


by Walt Whitman

Beginning my Studies.

 BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas’d me so much, 
The mere fact, consciousness—these forms—the power of motion, 
The least insect or animal—the senses—eyesight—love; 
The first step, I say, aw’d me and pleas’d me so much, 
I have hardly gone, and hardly wish’d to go, any farther,
But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in extatic songs.


by Robert Herrick

TO MUSIC TO BECALM A SWEET SICK YOUTH

 Charms, that call down the moon from out her sphere,
On this sick youth work your enchantments here!
Bind up his senses with your numbers, so
As to entrance his pain, or cure his woe.
Fall gently, gently, and a-while him keep
Lost in the civil wilderness of sleep:
That done, then let him, dispossess'd of pain,
Like to a slumbering bride, awake again.


by Philip Larkin

Wires

 The widest prairies have electric fences, 
For though old cattle know they must not stray 
Young steers are always scenting purer water 
Not here but anywhere. Beyond the wires 

Leads them to blunder up against the wires
Whose muscle-shredding violence gives no quarter.
Young steers become old cattle from that day, 
Electric limits to their widest senses.


by Elizabeth Bishop

Conversation

 The tumult in the heart 
keeps asking questions. 
And then it stops and undertakes to answer 
in the same tone of voice. 
No one could tell the difference. 

Uninnocent, these conversations start, 
and then engage the senses, 
only half-meaning to. 
And then there is no choice, 
and then there is no sense; 

until a name 
and all its connotation are the same.


by Rainer Maria Rilke

Moving Forward

 The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can't reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.


by Sara Teasdale

I Am Not Yours

 I am not yours, not lost in you,
 Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
 Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
 A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
 Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
 My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
 A taper in a rushing wind.


by Jack Spicer

For Mac

 A dead starfish on a beach
He has five branches
Representing the five senses
Representing the jokes we did not tell each other
Call the earth flat
Call other people human 
But let this creature lie
Flat upon our senses
Like a love
Prefigured in the sea
That died.
And went to water
All the oceans
Of emotion. All the oceans of emotion
are full of such ffish
Why 
Is this dead one of such importance?


by Oscar Wilde

La Fuite De La Lune

 To outer senses there is peace,
A dreamy peace on either hand
Deep silence in the shadowy land,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.

Save for a cry that echoes shrill
From some lone bird disconsolate;
A corncrake calling to its mate;
The answer from the misty hill.

And suddenly the moon withdraws
Her sickle from the lightening skies,
And to her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.


by Sara Teasdale

I Am Not Yours

I am not yours, not lost in you, 
Not lost, although I long to be 
Lost as a candle lit at noon, 
Lost as a snowflake in the sea. 

You love me, and I find you still 
A spirit beautiful and bright, 
Yet I am I, who long to be 
Lost as a light is lost in light. 

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out 
My senses, leave me deaf and blind, 
Swept by the tempest of your love, 
A taper in a rushing wind. 


by Kenneth Patchen

The Naked Land

 A beast stands at my eye.

I cook my senses in a dark fire.
The old wombs rot and the new mother
Approaches with the footsteps of a world.

Who are the people of this unscaled heaven?
What beckons?
Whose blood hallows this grim land?
What slithers along the watershed of my human sleep?

The other side of knowing ...
Caress of unwaking delight ... O start
A sufficient love! O gently silent forms
Of the last spaces.


by John Gould Fletcher

Care-charming Sleep

 Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose
On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud
In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud
Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet,
And as a purling stream, thou son of Night,
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain,
Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain;
Into this prince gently, oh gently slide,
And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.


by Sir Philip Sidney

The Bargain

 MY true love hath my heart, and I have his, 
 By just exchange one for another given: 
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, 
 There never was a better bargain driven: 
 My true love hath my heart, and I have his. 

His heart in me keeps him and me in one, 
 My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: 
He loves my heart, for once it was his own, 
 I cherish his because in me it bides: 
 My true love hath my heart, and I have his.


by Dejan Stojanovic

Knowledge

If we had true insight 
We would be scared to death, 
We would not be able to see anything, 
We would see everything and see nothing. 

Senses empower limitations, 
Senses expand vision within borders, 
Senses promote understanding through pleasure. 
Without pleasure there is no sight or measure. 

Total knowledge is annihilation 
Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel 
The world sensed only through senses 
And immune to the knowledge without feeling. 


by Amy Levy

London in July

 What ails my senses thus to cheat?
What is it ails the place,
That all the people in the street
Should wear one woman's face?

The London trees are dusty-brown
Beneath the summer sky;
My love, she dwells in London town,
Nor leaves it in July.

O various and intricate maze,
Wide waste of square and street;
Where, missing through unnumbered days,
We twain at last may meet!

And who cries out on crowd and mart?
Who prates of stream and sea?
The summer in the city's heart--
That is enough for me.