Home » Famous Poems » Best » Symmetries

Best Famous Symmetries Poems

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

Search and read the best famous Symmetries poems, articles about Symmetries poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Symmetries poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

MORNINGS LIKE THIS

 Mornings like this I awaken and wonder

How I have moved so far, how I have moved so little

And yet in essence stayed the same

Always passionate for the unattainable

For Joan Baez to make me her analyst,

To tour Ireland with Eddie and Finbar Furey

To be made a Chevalier des Palmes for translating Milosz.


I remember one road, many roads I did not take

And my heart lurches and my stomach turns

At the vertigo of mystery

At the simplicity of childhood

And its melancholy

At the silence of the moors

Beckoning, unreachable, tormenting me

As I lie helpless at the border of infirmity

With my soul burning and brimming over

With adolescent passion.


Only analysis with its symmetries and asymmetries

Exactness and paradox, scientific as Heisenberg's

Principle of Uncertainty, yet various as the shades of Monet,

Eases me.


I think of those I have known and know no longer,

Who have died needlessly, disappeared irrevocably

Or changed beyond recognition.


I think of the bridge, river and streets

Of my Montmartre, gone under and made over

Into the grey utilities of trade, the empty road,

Sad as telegraph poles, my Sacr? Coeur silent and boarded up.


My Seine empty of the barges of D?rain

My Sorbonne absorbed, its students gone

Mornings like this, I awaken and wonder.

Written by Rebecca Elson |

Carnal Knowledge

 Having picked the final datum
From the universe
And fixed it in its column,
Named the causes of infinity,
Performed the calculus
Of the imaginary i, it seems

The body aches
To come too,
To the light,
Transmit the grace of gravity,
Express in its own algebra
The symmetries of awe and fear,
The shudder up the spine,
The knowing passing like a cool wind
That leaves the nape hairs leaping.

Written by Wallace Stevens |

Negation

Hi! The creator too is blind,
Struggling toward his harmonious whole,
Rejecting intermediate parts,
Horrors and falsities and wrongs;
Incapable master of all force,
Too vague idealist, overwhelmed
By an afflatus that persists.

For this, then, we endure brief lives,
The evanescent symmetries
From that meticulous potter's thumb.