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Famous Congealing Poems by Famous Poets

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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry
...shelves from floor to ceiling
like a supermarket: your books, your dead wife
generously fat in her polished frame, the congealing

bowl of cornflakes sagging in their instant milk,
your hot plate and your one luxury, a telephone.
You leave your door open, lounging in maroon silk
and smiling at the other roomers who live alone.
Well, almost alone. Through the old-fashioned wall
the fellow next door has a girl who comes to call.

Twice a week at noon during their lunch hour
th...Read more of this...
by Sexton, Anne



...a hollow dream.

Yet, whence that wondrous change of feeling, 
I never knew, and cannot learn, 
Nor why my lover's eye, congealing, 
Grew cold, and clouded, proud, and stern.

Nor wherefore, friendship's forms forgetting, 
He careless left, and cool withdrew; 
Nor spoke of grief, nor fond regretting, 
Nor even one glance of comfort threw.

And neither word nor token sending,
Of kindness, since the parting day,
His course, for distant regions bending,
Went, self-contained and ...Read more of this...
by Bronte, Charlotte
...ght, obtain a wider Sea, 
But never to return, or cast an Anchor more! 
Some on the Northern Coasts are thrown, 
And by congealing Surges compass'd round, 
To fixt and certain Ruin bound, 
Immoveable are grown:
The fatal Goodwin swallows All that come 
Within the Limits of that dangerous Sand, 
Amphibious in its kind, nor Sea nor Land; 
Yet kin to both, a false and faithless Strand, 
Known only to our Cost for a devouring Tomb. 
Nor seemed the HURRICANE content, 
Whilst only ...Read more of this...
by Finch, Anne Kingsmill
...thou 
Such anguish ever knew.
I have been but thy transient flower, 
Thou wert my god divine;
Till, checked by death's congealing power, 
This heart must throb for thine. 

And well my dying hour were blest,
If life's expiring breath
Should pass, as thy lips gently prest 
My forehead, cold in death;
And sound my sleep would be, and sweet, 
Beneath the churchyard tree,
If sometimes in thy heart should beat
One pulse, still true to me....Read more of this...
by Bronte, Charlotte

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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry