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Yosa Buson
Old well
Old well,
a fish leaps--
dark sound.
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Jack Kerouac
Haiku
Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
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Yosa Buson
Not quite dark yet
Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields.
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Carl Sandburg
Window
Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.
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Emily Dickinson
By Chivalries as tiny,
By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted --
Which blossom in the dark.
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Emily Dickinson
His Heart was darker than the starless night
His Heart was darker than the starless night
For that there is a morn
But in this black Receptacle
Can be no Bode of Dawn
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Robert Burns
47. Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic
BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie’s banes;
O Death, it’s my opinion,
Thou ne’er took such a bleth’rin bitch
Into thy dark dominion!
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Emily Dickinson
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
Be once disclosed to us
The clamor for their loveliness
Would burst the Loneliness --
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Emily Dickinson
So set its Sun in Thee
So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me --
What Distance -- far --
So I the Ships may see
That touch -- how seldomly --
Thy Shore?
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Robert Burns
187. Epigram on Parting with a kind Host in the Highlands
WHEN Death’s dark stream I ferry o’er,
(A time that surely shall come,)
In Heav’n itself I’ll ask no more,
Than just a Highland welcome.
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Jack Gilbert
Divorce
Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.
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Stephen Crane
I was in the darkness
I was in the darkness;
I could not see my words
Nor the wishes of my heart.
Then suddenly there was a great light --
"Let me into the darkness again."
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Wang Wei
Bamboo Adobe
I sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
Playing the zither and whistling long.
In this deep wood no one would know -
Only the bright moon comes to shine.
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Emily Dickinson
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn --
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn --
Indicatives that Suns go down --
The Notice to the startled Grass
That Darkness -- is about to pass --
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Robert Louis Stevenson
Soon Our Friends Perish
SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken - goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.
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Dorothy Parker
Philosophy
If I should labor through daylight and dark,
Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
Then on the world I may blazon my mark;
And what if I don't, and what if I do?
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The Great Figure
Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
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Richard Crashaw
But Men Loved Darkness rather than Light
The world's light shines, shine as it will,
The world will love its darkness still.
I doubt though when the world's in hell,
It will not love its darkness half so well.
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William Blake
The Sick Rose
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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Robert Louis Stevenson
So Live, So Love, So Use That Fragile Hour
SO live, so love, so use that fragile hour,
That when the dark hand of the shining power
Shall one from other, wife or husband, take,
The poor survivor may not weep and wake.
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Langston Hughes
Walkers With The Dawn
Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.
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Robert Bly
In a Train
There has been a light snow.
Dark car tracks move in out of the darkness.
I stare at the train window marked with soft dust.
I have awakened at Missoula Montana utterly happy.
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Li Po
Song of the Forge
The forge-fire sets a glow in the heavens,
the hammer thunders, showering the smoke with sparks.
A ruddy smithy, the white face of the moon,
and the hammer, ringing down cold dark canyons.
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Robert Graves
She Tells Her Love
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
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James Wright
The Jewel
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobodyt is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
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