10 Best Famous Noes Poems

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

• All Famous Noes Poems

 I 

 "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - 
 Since Life has ceased to be 
 Upon this globe, now cold 
 As lunar land and sea, 
And humankind, and fowl, and fur 
 Are gone eternally, 
All is the same to Thee as ere 
 They knew mortality." 

II 

"O Time," replied the Lord, 
 "Thou read'st me ill, I ween; 
Were all THE SAME, I should not grieve 
 At that late earthly scene, 
Now blestly past--though planned by me 
 With interest close and keen! - 
Nay, nay: things now are NOT the same 
 As they have earlier been. 

III 

 "Written indelibly 
 On my eternal mind 
 Are all the wrongs endured 
 By Earth's poor patient kind, 
Which my too oft unconscious hand 
 Let enter undesigned. 
No god can cancel deeds foredone, 
 Or thy old coils unwind! 

IV 

 "As when, in Noe's days, 
 I whelmed the plains with sea, 
 So at this last, when flesh 
 And herb but fossils be, 
And, all extinct, their piteous dust 
 Revolves obliviously, 
That I made Earth, and life, and man, 
 It still repenteth me!"

 Do not enforce the tired wolf
Dragging his infected wound homeward
To sit tonight with the warm children
Naming the pretty kings of France.

The images of the invaded mind
Being as the monsters in the dreams
Of your most brief enchanted headful,
Suppose a miracle of confusion:

That dreamed and undreamt become each other
And mix the night and day of your mind;
And it does not matter your twice crying
From mouth unbeautied against the pillow

To avert the gun of the same old soldier;
For cry, cock-crow, or the iron bell
Can crack the sleep-sense of outrage,
Annihilate phantoms who were nothing.

But now, by our perverse supposal,
There is a drift of fog on your mornings;
You in your peignoir, dainty at your orange cup,
Feel poising round the sunny room

Invisible evil, deprived and bold.
All day the clock will metronome
Your gallant fear; the needles clicking,
The heels detonating the stair's cavern

Freshening the water in the blue bowls
For the buck berries, with not all your love,
You shall he listening for the low wind,
The warning sibilance of pines.

You like a waning moon, and I accusing
Our too banded Eumenides,
While you pronounce Noes wanderingly
And smooth the heads of the hungry children.