Best Famous Tulle Poems

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Written by Emily Dickinson | Because I could not stop for Death Because I could not stop for Death-- He kindly stopped for me-- The Carriage held but just Ourselves-- And Immortality. We slowly drove--He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility-- We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess--in the Ring-- We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-- We passed the Setting Sun-- Or rather--He passed us-- The Dews drew quivering and chill-- For only Gossamer, my Gown-- My Tippet--only Tulle-- We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground-- The Roof was scarcely visible-- The Cornice--in the Ground-- Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity--

Written by Nazim Hikmet | A Sad State Of Freedom You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves of which you'll taste not a morsel; you are free to slave for others-- you are free to make the rich richer. The moment you're born they plant around you mills that grind lies lies to last you a lifetime. You keep thinking in your great freedom a finger on your temple free to have a free conscience. Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape, your arms long, hanging, your saunter about in your great freedom: you're free with the freedom of being unemployed. You love your country as the nearest, most precious thing to you. But one day, for example, they may endorse it over to America, and you, too, with your great freedom-- you have the freedom to become an air-base. You may proclaim that one must live not as a tool, a number or a link but as a human being-- then at once they handcuff your wrists. You are free to be arrested, imprisoned and even hanged. There's neither an iron, wooden nor a tulle curtain in your life; there's no need to choose freedom: you are free. But this kind of freedom is a sad affair under the stars.

Written by Emily Dickinson | The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar -- A Guinea at a sight -- The fine -- impalpable Array -- That swaggers on the eye Like Cleopatra's Company -- Repeated -- in the sky -- The Moments of Dominion That happen on the Soul And leave it with a Discontent Too exquisite -- to tell -- The eager look -- on Landscapes -- As if they just repressed Some Secret -- that was pushing Like Chariots -- in the Vest -- The Pleading of the Summer -- That other Prank -- of Snow -- That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels -- know. Their Graspless manners -- mock us -- Until the Cheated Eye Shuts arrogantly -- in the Grave -- Another way -- to see --

Written by Joseph Brodsky | Seven Strophes I was but what you'd brush with your palm what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. I was but what your gaze in that dark could distinguish: a dim shape to begin with later - features a face. It was you on my right on my left with your heated sighs who molded my helix whispering at my side. It was you by that black window's trembling tulle pattern who laid in my raw cavern a voice calling you back. I was practically blind. You appearing then hiding gave me my sight and heightened it. Thus some leave behind a trace. Thus they make worlds. Thus having done so at random wastefully they abandon their work to its whirls. Thus prey to speeds of light heat cold or darkness a sphere in space without markers spins and spins.