10 Best Famous Asylums Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Asylums poems. This is a select list of the best famous Asylums poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Asylums poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of asylums poems.

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There is unknown dust that is near us 
Waves breaking on shores just over the hill 
Trees full of birds that we have never seen 
Nets drawn with dark fish.

The evening arrives; we look up and it is there 
It has come through the nets of the stars 
Through the tissues of the grass 
Walking quietly over the asylums of the waters.

The day shall never end we think:
We have hair that seemed born for the daylight;
But at last the quiet waters of the night will rise 
And our skin shall see far off as it does under water.

 There was a saviour
 Rarer than radium,
 Commoner than water, crueller than truth;
 Children kept from the sun
 Assembled at his tongue
 To hear the golden note turn in a groove,
Prisoners of wishes locked their eyes
In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles.

 The voice of children says
 From a lost wilderness
 There was calm to be done in his safe unrest,
 When hindering man hurt
 Man, animal, or bird
 We hid our fears in that murdering breath,
Silence, silence to do, when earth grew loud,
In lairs and asylums of the tremendous shout.

 There was glory to hear
 In the churches of his tears,
 Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck,
 O you who could not cry
 On to the ground when a man died
 Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood
And laid your cheek against a cloud-formed shell:
Now in the dark there is only yourself and myself.

 Two proud, blacked brothers cry,
 Winter-locked side by side,
 To this inhospitable hollow year,
 O we who could not stir
 One lean sigh when we heard
 Greed on man beating near and fire neighbour
 But wailed and nested in the sky-blue wall
Now break a giant tear for the little known fall,

 For the drooping of homes
 That did not nurse our bones,
 Brave deaths of only ones but never found,
 Now see, alone in us,
 Our own true strangers' dust
 Ride through the doors of our unentered house.
Exiled in us we arouse the soft,
Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks.