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Famous Short Paradise Poems

Famous Short Paradise Poems. Short Paradise Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Paradise short poems

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Paradise | Short Famous Poems and Poets

 
by Louise Gluck

Odysseus Decision

 The great man turns his back on the island.
Now he will not die in paradise nor hear again the lutes of paradise among the olive trees, by the clear pools under the cypresses.
Time begins now, in which he hears again that pulse which is the narrative sea, ar dawn when its pull is stongest.
What has brought us here will lead us away; our ship sways in the tined harbor water.
Now the spell is ended.
Giove him back his life, sea that can only move forward.


by Emily Dickinson

Heaven is what I cannot reach!

Heaven is what I cannot reach!
   The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
   That "heaven" is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud, The interdicted ground Behind the hill, the house behind, -- There Paradise is found!


by Emily Dickinson

A Coffin -- is a small Domain

 A Coffin -- is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Grave -- is a restricted Breadth -- Yet ampler than the Sun -- And all the Seas He populates And Lands He looks upon To Him who on its small Repose Bestows a single Friend -- Circumference without Relief -- Or Estimate -- or End --


by Emily Dickinson

I dwell in Possibility --

 I dwell in Possibility --
A fairer House than Prose --
More numerous of Windows --
Superior -- for Doors --

Of Chambers as the Cedars --
Impregnable of Eye --
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky --

Of Visitors -- the fairest --
For Occupation -- This --
The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise --


by Emily Dickinson

Remember me implored the Thief!

 "Remember me" implored the Thief!
Oh Hospitality!
My Guest "Today in Paradise"
I give thee guaranty.
That Courtesy will fair remain When the Delight is Dust With which we cite this mightiest case Of compensated Trust.
Of all we are allowed to hope But Affidavit stands That this was due where most we fear Be unexpected Friends.


by Emily Dickinson

Should you but fail at -- Sea

 Should you but fail at -- Sea --
In sight of me --
Or doomed lie --
Next Sun -- to die --
Or rap -- at Paradise -- unheard
I'd harass God
Until he let you in!


by Kathleen Raine

Paradise Seed

 Where is the seed 
Of the tree felled, 
Of the forest burned, 
Or living root 
Under ash and cinders? 
From woven bud 
What last leaf strives 
Into life, last 
Shrivelled flower?
Is fruit of our harvest,
Our long labour
Dust to the core?
To what far, fair land 
Borne on the wind 
What winged seed 
Or spark of fire 
From holocaust 
To kindle a star?


by Emily Dickinson

Superiority to Fate

 Superiority to Fate
Is difficult to gain
'Tis not conferred of Any
But possible to earn

A pittance at a time
Until to Her surprise
The Soul with strict economy
Subsist till Paradise.


by Emily Dickinson

It knew no Medicine --

 It knew no Medicine --
It was not Sickness -- then --
Nor any need of Surgery --
And therefore -- 'twas not Pain --

It moved away the Cheeks --
A Dimple at a time --
And left the Profile -- plainer --
And in the place of Bloom

It left the little Tint
That never had a Name --
You've seen it on a Cast's face --
Was Paradise -- to blame --

If momently ajar --
Temerity -- drew near --
And sickened -- ever afterward
For Somewhat that it saw?


by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Theology

 "No, the serpent did not
Seduce Eve to the apple.
All that's simply Corruption of the facts.
Adam ate the apple.
Eve ate Adam.
The serpent ate Eve.
This is the dark intestine.
The serpent, meanwhile, Sleeps his meal off in Paradise - Smiling to hear God's querulous calling.
"


by Emily Dickinson

Me! Come! My dazzled face

Me! Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!

Me! Hear! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near!

The saints shall meet
Our bashful feet.
My holiday shall be That they remember me; My paradise, the fame That they pronounce my name.


by Ruth Stone

Good Advice

Here is not exactly here
because it passed by there
two seconds ago;
where it will not come back.
Although you adjust to this- it's nothing, you say, just the way it is.
How poor we are, with all this running through our fingers.
"Here," says the Devil, "Eat.
It's Paradise.
"


by Emily Dickinson

Heaven -- is what I cannot reach!

 "Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree --
Provided it do hopeless -- hang --
That -- "Heaven" is -- to Me!

The Color, on the Cruising Cloud --
The interdicted Land --
Behind the Hill -- the House behind --
There -- Paradise -- is found!

Her teasing Purples -- Afternoons --
The credulous -- decoy --
Enamored -- of the Conjuror --
That spurned us -- Yesterday!


by Charles Bukowski

On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists

 "They only burn themselves to reach Paradise"
 - Mne.
Nhu original courage is good, motivation be damned, and if you say they are trained to feel no pain, are they guarenteed this? is it still not possible to die for somebody else? you sophisticates who lay back and make statements of explanation, I have seen the red rose burning and this means more.


by Emily Dickinson

Unto Me? I do not know you --

 "Unto Me?" I do not know you --
Where may be your House?

"I am Jesus -- Late of Judea --
Now -- of Paradise" --

Wagons -- have you -- to convey me?
This is far from Thence --

"Arms of Mine -- sufficient Phaeton --
Trust Omnipotence" --

I am spotted -- "I am Pardon" --
I am small -- "The Least
Is esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest --
Occupy my House" --


by Emily Dickinson

I never felt at Home -- Below

 I never felt at Home -- Below --
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at Home -- I know --
I don't like Paradise --

Because it's Sunday -- all the time --
And Recess -- never comes --
And Eden'll be so lonesome
Bright Wednesday Afternoons --

If God could make a visit --
Or ever took a Nap --
So not to see us -- but they say
Himself -- a Telescope

Perennial beholds us --
Myself would run away
From Him -- and Holy Ghost -- and All --
But there's the "Judgement Day"!


by Ezra Pound

Notes for Canto CXX

 I have tried to write Paradise

Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is paradise.
Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.


by Emily Dickinson

Me! Come! My dazzled face

Me! Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!

Me! Hear! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near!

The saints shall meet
Our bashful feet.
My holiday shall be That they remember me; My paradise, the fame That they pronounce my name.


by Emily Dickinson

To the bright east she flies

 To the bright east she flies,
Brothers of Paradise
Remit her home,
Without a change of wings,
Or Love's convenient things,
Enticed to come.
Fashioning what she is, Fathoming what she was, We deem we dream -- And that dissolves the days Through which existence strays Homeless at home.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

Fair Isle At Sea

 FAIR Isle at Sea - thy lovely name
Soft in my ear like music came.
That sea I loved, and once or twice I touched at isles of Paradise.


by Robert William Service

The Defeated

 Think not because you raise
 A gleaming sword,
That you will win to praise
 Before the Lord.
And though men hail you great Unto the skies, Deem not 'twill ope' the gate Of Paradise.
Though you have gold and gear And fame and power, What odds when you draw near The Judgement Hour? But if in bloody dust Yet unafraid You battle for the Just With broken blade-- Then will the Lord look down With eyes of love, And you shall win a Crown All price above.


by Coventry Patmore

Unthrift

 Ah, wasteful woman, she who may 
On her sweet self set her own price, 
Knowing men cannot choose but pay, 
How she has cheapen'd paradise; 
How given for nought her priceless gift, 
How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine, 
Which, spent with due, respective thrift, 
Had made brutes men, and men divine.


by George William Russell

Star Teachers

 EVEN as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
 That vanish in the heights.
These myriad eyes that look on me are mine; Wandering beneath them I have found again The ancient ample moment, the divine, The God-root within men.
For this, for this the lights innumerable As symbols shine that we the true light win: For every star and every deep they fill Are stars and deeps within.


by Emily Dickinson

Me -- come! My dazzled face

 Me -- come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me -- hear! My foreign Ear
The sounds of Welcome -- there!

The Saints forget
Our bashful feet --

My Holiday, shall be
That They -- remember me --
My Paradise -- the fame
That They -- pronounce my name --


by Emily Dickinson

A shady friend for torrid days

A shady friend for torrid days
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
For frigid hour of mind.
The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy, Who is to blame? The weaver? Ah! the bewildering thread! The tapestries of paradise! So notelessly are made!