Famous Dolor Poems by Famous Poets
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by
Montgomery, Lucy Maud
...en reef,
And a wind is wailing and keening like a lost thing 'mid the islands,
Boding of wreck and tempest, plaining of dolor and grief.
Swiftly the boats come homeward, over the grim bar crowding,
Like birds that flee to their shelter in hurry and affright,
Only the wild grey gulls that love the cloud and the clamor
Will dare to tempt the ways of the ravining sea to-night.
But the ship that sailed at the dawning, manned by the lads who love us
God help and pity ...Read more of this...
by
Roethke, Theodore
...I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight,
All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,
Desolation in immaculate public places,
Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
Endless duplication of lives and objects.
And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than...Read more of this...
by
Lawrence, D. H.
...The acrid scents of autumn,
Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn
And the snore of the night in my ear.
For suddenly, flush-fallen,
All my life, in a rush
Of shedding away, has left me
Naked, exposed on the bush.
I, on the bush of the globe,
Like a newly-naked berry, shrink
Disclosed: but...Read more of this...
by
Keats, John
...br> All were not assembled:
Some chain'd in torture, and some wandering.
Caus, and Gyges, and Briareus,
Typhon, and Dolor, and Porphyrion,
With many more, the brawniest in assault,
Were pent in regions of laborious breath;
Dungeon'd in opaque element, to keep
Their clenched teeth still clench'd, and all their limbs
Lock'd up like veins of metal, crampt and screw'd;
Without a motion, save of their big hearts
Heaving in pain, and horribly convuls'd
With sanguine feverous bo...Read more of this...
by
Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor
...i en Filis, que no es mía,
pierdo lo que no pierdo.
¡Ay de quien un desdén
lograba tan atento,
que por no ser dolor
no se atrevió a ser premio!
Pues viendo, en mi destino,
preciso mi destierro,
me desdeñaba más
porque perdiera menos.
¡Ay! ¿Quién te enseño, Filis,
tan primoroso medio:
vedar a los desdenes
el traje del afecto?
A vivir ignorado
de tus luces, me ausento
donde ni aun mi mal sirva
a tu desdén de obsequio.
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by
Alighieri, Dante
...ammino alto e silvestro.
Inferno: Canto III
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente,
per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore:
fecemi la divina podestate,
la somma sapienza e 'l primo amore.
Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create
se non etterne, e io etterno duro.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate".
Queste parole di colore oscuro
vid'io scritte al sommo d'una porta;
per ch'io...Read more of this...
by
Agustini, Delmira
...asDentro sus ojos–dos estrellas de ámbar–Se abren cansados y húmedos y tristesComo llagas de luz que quejaran.Es un dolor que vive y que no espera,Es una aurora gris que se levantaDel gran lecho de sombras de la noche,Cansada ya, sin esplendor, sin ansiasY sus canciones son como hadas tristesAlhajadas de lágrimas… EnglishMurmuring preludes. On this resplendent nightHer pearled voice quiets a fountain.The breezes hang their celestial fifesIn the foliag...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...ecento anni e oltre, infino al fine
che i tre a' tre pugnar per lui ancora.
E sai ch'el f? dal mal de le Sabine
al dolor di Lucrezia in sette regi,
vincendo intorno le genti vicine.
Sai quel ch'el f? portato da li egregi
Romani incontro a Brenno, incontro a Pirro,
incontro a li altri principi e collegi;
onde Torquato e Quinzio, che dal cirro
negletto fu nomato, i Deci e ' Fabi
ebber la fama che volontier mirro.
Esso atterr? l'orgoglio de li Ar?bi
che di retro ...Read more of this...
by
Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor
...la cuchilla, engañado
del resplandor del acero,
y herida la tierna mano,
aún sin conocer el yerro,
más que el dolor de la herida
siente apartarse del reo;
cual la enamorada Clicie
que, al rubio amante siguiendo,
siendo padre de las luces,
quiere eñsenarle adimientos;
como a lo cóncavo el aire,
como a la materia el fuego,
como a su centro las peñas,
como a su fin los intentos;
bien como todas las cosas
naturales, que el deseo
de conserva...Read more of this...
by
Neruda, Pablo
...n noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo....Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...la foce
trovò l'Archian rubesto; e quel sospinse
ne l'Arno, e sciolse al mio petto la croce
ch'i' fe' di me quando 'l dolor mi vinse;
voltòmmi per le ripe e per lo fondo,
poi di sua preda mi coperse e cinse».
«Deh, quando tu sarai tornato al mondo,
e riposato de la lunga via»,
seguitò 'l terzo spirito al secondo,
«ricorditi di me, che son la Pia:
Siena mi fé, disfecemi Maremma:
salsi colui che 'nnanellata pria
disposando m'avea con la sua gemma».
Purgatorio: C...Read more of this...
by
García Lorca, Federico
...a de amor que me dar? la vida
perpetua sangre y pura luz brotando.
Grieta en que Filomela enmudecida
tendr? bosque, dolor y nido blando.
?Ay qu? dulce rumor en mi cabeza!
Me tender? junto a la flor sencilla
donde flota sin alma tu belleza.
Y el agua errante se pondr? amarilla,
mientras corre mi sangre en la maleza
mojada y olorosa de la orilla....Read more of this...
by
Petrarch, Francesco
...SONNET LXXIV. Spinse amor e dolor ove ir non debbe. REFLECTING THAT LAURA IS IN HEAVEN, HE REPENTS HIS EXCESSIVE GRIEF, AND IS CONSOLED. Sorrow and Love encouraged my poor tongue,Discreet in sadness, where it should not go,To speak of ...Read more of this...
by
Blake, William
...nd vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers.
1.18 Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten, and the slave grinding at the mill,
1.19 And the captive in chains, and the poor in the prison, and the soldier in the field
1.20 When the shatter'd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead.
1.21 It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:
1.22 Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but i...Read more of this...
by
Blake, William
...r olive and vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers.
Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten, and the slave grinding at the mill,
And the captive in chains, and the poor in the prison, and the soldier in the field
When the shatter'd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead.
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.'
'Compel ...Read more of this...
by
Montgomery, Lucy Maud
...the years!
Spring harps glad laughter through us, and ministrant rains of the autumn
Sing us again the songs of ancient dolor and tears.
The glory of sunrise smites on our fair, free brows uplifted
When the silver-kirtled day steps over the twilight's bars;
At evening we look adown into valleys hearted with sunset,
And we whisper old lore together under the smouldering stars.
Crescent moons of the summer gleam through our swaying branches,
Knee-deep in fern we sta...Read more of this...
by
Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...xxvi. 148.
"'Ara vos prec
per aquella valor
'que vos guida
al som de l'escalina,
'sovegna vos a
temps de ma dolor.'
Poi
s'ascose nel foco che gli affina."
429. V. Pervigilium Veneris. Cf. Philomela
in Parts II and III.
430. V. Gerard de Nerval, Sonnet El Desdichado.
432. V. Kyd's Spanish Tragedy.
434. Shantih. Repeated as here, a formal ending to an
Upanishad.
'The Peace which passeth understanding'...Read more of this...
by
Sidney, Sir Philip
...ests,
Vouchsafe your silent eares to playning musique,
Which to my woes giues still an early morning;
And drawes the dolor on till wery euening.
Klaius.
O Mercurie, foregoer to the euening,
O heauenlie huntresse of the sauage mountaines,
O louelie starre, entitled of the morning,
While that my voice doth fill these wofull vallies,
Vouchsafe your silent eares to plaining musique,
Which oft hath Echo tir'd in secrete forrests.
Strephon.
I that wa...Read more of this...
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