10 Best Famous Recon Poems

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

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 Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; 
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; 
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill, 
And willow stems grow daily red and bright. 
These are days when ancients held a rite 
Of expiation for the old year's ill, 
And prayer to purify the new year's will: 
Fit days, ere yet the spring rains blur the sight, 
Ere yet the bounding blood grows hot with haste, 
And dreaming thoughts grow heavy with a greed 
The ardent summer's joy to have and taste; 
Fit days, to give to last year's losses heed, 
To recon clear the new life's sterner need; 
Fit days, for Feast of Expiation placed!

 The silken threads by viewless spinners spun, 
Which float so idly on the summer air, 
And help to make each summer morning fair, 
Shining like silver in the summer sun, 
Are caught by wayward breezes, one by one, 
Are blown to east and west and fastened there, 
Weaving on all the roads their sudden snare. 
No sign which road doth safest, freest run, 
The wingèd insects know, that soar so gay 
To meet their death upon each summer day. 
How dare we any human deed arraign; 
Attempt to recon any moment's cost; 
Or any pathway trust as safe and plain 
Because we see not where the threads have crossed?

 Painter, would you make my picture?
Just forget the moral stricture.
 Let me sit
With my belly to the table,
Swilling all the wine I'm able,
 Pip a-lit;
Not a stiff and stuffy croaker
In a frock coat and a choker
 Let me be;
But a rollicking old fellow
With a visage ripe and mellow
 As you see.

Just a twinkle-eyed old codger,
And of death as artful dodger,
 Such I am;
I defy the Doc's advising
And I don't for sermonising
 Care a damn.
Though Bill Shakespeare had in his dome
Both - I'd rather wit than wisdom
 For my choice;
In the glug glug of the bottle,
As I tip it down my throttle,
 I rejoice.

Paint me neither sour not soulful,
For I would not have folks doleful
 When I go;
So if to my shade you're quaffing
I would rather see you laughing,
 As you know.
In Life's Great Experiment
I'll have heaps of merriment
 E're I pass;
And though devil beckons me,
And I've many a speck on me,
Maybe some will recon me -
 Worth a glass.