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Famous Starkly Poems by Famous Poets

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by Service, Robert William
...osiness I hug.

Then petulant the window pane
 Quakes in the tempest moan,
And cries: "Forlornly in the rain
 There starkly streams a stone,
Where one so dear who shared your cheer
 Now lies alone, alone.

Go forth! Go forth into the gale
 And pass and hour in prayer;
This night of sorrow do not fail
 The one you deemed so fair,
The girl below the bitter snow
 Who died your child to bear."

So wails the wind, yet here I sit
 Beside the ember's glow;
My grog is hot...Read more of this...



by Service, Robert William
...our knees and pray.

See, they sing as they go,
Marching row upon row.
Who will be spared to return,
Sombre and starkly stern?
Chaps whom we knew - s0 strange,
Distant and dark with change;
Silent as those they slew,
Something in them dead too.
Who will return this way,
To sing as they sing to-day.

Send to the glut of the guns
Bravest and best of you sons.
Hurl a million to slaughter,
Blood flowing like Thames water;
Pile up pyramid high
Your dead to the ...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...bound; my force had failed,
Perchance, had they been free. 
With feeble effort still I tried 
To rend the bonds so starkly tied,
But still it was in vain;
My limbs were only wrung the more, 
And soon the idle strife gave o'er,
Which but prolonged their pain: 
The dizzy race seemed almost done, 
Although no goal was nearly won.
Some streaks announced the coming sun -
How slow, alas! he came!
Methought that mist of dawning grey
Would never dapple into day;
How heavily ...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...torn, he was the Blessed Lord.

The priest was wet with icy sweat, the Sheriff's lips were dry,
And we were staring starkly at the man who had to die.
"Lo! I am raised above you all," his pale lips seemed to say,
"For in a moment I shall leap to God's Eternal Day.
Am I not happy! I forgive you each for what you do;
Redeemed and penitent I go, with heart of love for you."
So there he stood in mystic mood, with scorn sublime of death.
I saw him gently kiss t...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
..., -- the 'wildering vision dies 
In darkness on my dreaming eyes! 
The forest vanishes in air, 
Hill-slope and vale lie starkly bare; 
I hear the common tread of men, 
And hum of work-day life again; 
The mystic relic seems alone 
A broken mass of common stone; 
And if it be the chiselled limb 
Of Berserker or idol grim, 
A fragment of Valhalla's Thor, 
The stormy Viking's god of War, 
Or Praga of the Runic lay, 
Or love-awakening Siona, 
I know not, -- for no graven line, 
N...Read more of this...



by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...e is life which generates, 
And many-seeming life is one,-- 
Wilt thou transfix and make it none? 
Its onward force too starkly pent 
In figure, bone, and lineamenti 
Wilt thou, uncalled, interrogate, 
Talker! the unreplying Fate? 
Nor see the genius of the whole 
Ascendant in the private soul, 
Beckon it when to go and came, 
Self-announced its hour of doom? 
Fair the soul's recess and shrine, 
Magic-built to last a season; 
Masterpiece of love benign, 
Fairer that expansive...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...Life is life which generates,
And many-seeming life is one,—
Wilt thou transfix and make it none,
Its onward stream too starkly pent
In figure, bone, and lineament?

Wilt thou uncalled interrogate
Talker! the unreplying fate?
Nor see the Genius of the whole
Ascendant in the private soul,
Beckon it when to go and come,
Self-announced its hour of doom.
Fair the soul's recess and shrine,
Magic-built, to last a season,
Masterpiece of love benign!
Fairer than expansive reason
...Read more of this...

by Piercy, Marge
...te. 
I had a cat who died of love.
Dogs trail their masters across con-
tinents. We are far too busy 
to be starkly simple in passion. 
We will never dream the intense 
wet spring lust of the toads....Read more of this...

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