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Written by Conrad Aiken | Create an image from this poem

Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny

 1

Senlin sat before us and we heard him. 
He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. 
Was he small, with reddish hair, 
Did he light his pipe with a meditative stare 
And a twinkling flame reflected in blue eyes? 
'I am alone': said Senlin; 'in a forest of leaves 
The single leaf that creeps and falls. 
The single blade of grass in a desert of grass 
That none foresaw and none recalls. 
The single shell that a green wave shatters 
In tiny specks of whiteness on brown sands . . . 
How shall you understand me with your hearts, 
Who cannot reach me with your hands? . . .'

The city dissolves about us, and its walls 
Are the sands beside a sea. 
We plunge in a chaos of dunes, white waves before us 
Crash on kelp tumultuously, 
Gulls wheel over foam, the clouds blow tattered, 
The sun is swallowed . . . Has Senlin become a shore? 
Is Senlin a grain of sand beneath our footsteps, 
A speck of shell upon which waves will roar? . . . 
Senlin! we cry . . . Senlin! again . . . no answer, 
Only the crash of sea on a shell-white shore.

Yet, we would say, this is no shore at all, 
But a small bright room with lamplight on the wall; 
And the familiar chair 
Where Senlin sat, with lamplight on his hair.

2

Senlin, alone before us, played a music. 
Was it himself he played? . . . We sat and listened, 
Perplexed and pleased and tired. 
'Listen!' he said, 'and you will learn a secret-- 
Though it is not the secret you desired. 
I have not found a meaning that will praise you! 
Out of the heart of silence comes this music, 
Quietly speaks and dies. 
Look! there is one white star above black houses! 
And a tiny man who climbs toward the skies! 
Where does he walk to? What does he leave behind him? 
What was his foolish name? 
What did he stop to say, before he left you 
As simply as he came? 
"Death?" did it sound like, "love and god, and laughter, 
Sunlight, and work, and pain . . .?" 
No--it appears to me that these were symbols 
Of simple truths he found no way to explain. 
He spoke, but found you could not understand him-- 
You were alone, and he was alone.

"He sought to touch you, and found he could not reach you,-- 
He sought to understand you, and could not hear you. 
And so this music, which I play before you,-- 
Does it mean only what it seems to mean? 
Or is it a dance of foolish waves in sunlight 
Above a desperate depth of things unseen? 
Listen! Do you not hear the singing voices 
Out of the darkness of this sea? 
But no: you cannot hear them; for if you heard them 
You would have heard and captured me. 
Yet I am here, talking of laughter. 
Laughter and love and work and god; 
As I shall talk of these same things hereafter 
In wave and sod. 
Walk on a hill and call me: "Senlin! . . . Senlin! . . ." 
Will I not answer you as clearly as now? 
Listen to rain, and you will hear me speaking. 
Look for my heart in the breaking of a bough . . .'

3

Senlin stood before us in the sunlight, 
And laughed, and walked away. 
Did no one see him leaving the doors of the city, 
Looking behind him, as if he wished to stay? 
Has no one, in the forests of the evening, 
Heard the sad horn of Senlin slowly blown? 
For somewhere, in the worlds-in-worlds about us, 
He changes still, unfriended and alone. 
Is he the star on which we walk at daybreak, 
The light that blinds our eyes? 
'Senlin!' we cry. 'Senlin!' again . . . no answer: 
Only the soulless brilliance of blue skies.

Yet we would say, this was no man at all, 
But a dream we dreamed, and vividly recall; 
And we are mad to walk in wind and rain 
Hoping to find, somewhere, that dream again.


Written by Siegfried Sassoon | Create an image from this poem

In Me Past Present Future meet

 In me, past, present, future meet
To hold long chiding conference.
My lusts usurp the present tense
And strangle Reason in his seat.
My loves leap through the future’s fence
To dance with dream-enfranchised feet.

In me the cave-man clasps the seer,
And garlanded Apollo goes
Chanting to Abraham’s deaf ear.
In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
Look in my heart, kind friends, and tremble,
Since there your elements assemble.
Written by Sir Philip Sidney | Create an image from this poem

Sonnet I: Loving In Truth

 Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, 
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain: 
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, 
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain; 

I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe, 
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain: 
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow 
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sun-burn'd brain. 

But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay, 
Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows, 
And others' feet still seem'd but strangers in my way. 

Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, 
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite-- 
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."
Written by Georg Trakl | Create an image from this poem

De Profundis

 There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.
There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.
There is a hissing wind which haunts deserted huts---
How sad this evening.

Past the village pond
The gentle orphan still gathers scanty ears of corn.
Golden and round her eyes are gazing in the dusk
And her lap awaits the heavenly bridegroom.

Returning home
Shepherds found the sweet body
Decayed in the bramble bush.

A shade I am remote from sombre hamlets.
The silence of God
I drank from the woodland well.

On my forehead cold metal forms.
Spiders look for my heart.
There is a light that fails in my mouth.

At night I found myself upon a heath,
Thick with garbage and the dust of stars.
In the hazel copse
Crystal angels have sounded once more.
Written by Sir Philip Sidney | Create an image from this poem

Loving In Truth And Fain In Verse My Love To Show

 Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That She, dear She, might take some pleasure of my pain,
—Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain— 
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe,
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburnt brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay;
Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows;
And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite— 
"Fool!" said my Muse to me "look in thy heart, and write!"


Written by Sir Philip Sidney | Create an image from this poem

Astrophel and Stella: I

 ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,--
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,--
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting invention's stay;
Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows;
And others' feet still seem'd but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."
Written by Vachel Lindsay | Create an image from this poem

The Sorceress!

 I asked her, "Is Aladdin's lamp 
Hidden anywhere?" 
"Look into your heart," she said, 
"Aladdin's lamp is there." 

She took my heart with glowing hands. 
It burned to dust and air 
And smoke and rolling thistledown 
Blowing everywhere. 

"Follow the thistledown," she said, 
"Till doomsday, if you dare, 
Over the hills and far away. 
Aladdin's lamp is there."

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