Homer Poems - Poems about Homer

There come those nights—you know the sort: The ones where the moon is a tear-stained cheek, pressed to heaven’s passenger seat window, Toying with the tides to the rhythm of some melancholy song that only she knows. She’s lonely, and you know she is, because You can feel her tugging at your ankles with each pleading surge she...

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Surrender to sleep at last! What a misery, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michael R. Burch Passage home? Impossible! Surely you have something else in mind, Goddess, urging me to cross the ocean’s endless expanse in a raft. Let’s hope the...

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Homer translations Surrender to sleep at last! What an ordeal, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michael R. Burch Passage home? Impossible! Surely you have something else in mind, Goddess, urging me to cross the ocean’s endless expanse in a raft. So...

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Notus so wet & wild Eurus a dryer warm child Zephryus a sudden gale Boreas brutal outside the icy pale...

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What muse comes fourth and in what form and creed? I must admit, I am touched in the head and my insides barren and sore So shall today's seed be sown or shall its fruit be harvest? Shall this dry barren desert once again become an oasis a wellspring of infinite divine inspiration? or today shall you be fickle and elusive? Fraught with hazard and...

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Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house But all the mice were sound asleep for it was dark outside And then Rum saw a window that was open very wide A breeze came through the window and it made the curtains flap And Rum was...

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Of Homer, Iliad And The Fall Of The Mighty Greeks As the moon repents from its many vague allusions And the splintered rains never rain upon true imaginations What are we to think of those fools, plastic imitations Does bright dew and turnips spring from revolutionary actions He toys with unrepentant love and celebrated crisis Begs the grey-cast dawn to organize...

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Illustrator Winslow Homer as a painter caused quite a stir Depicting the force of nature with sea studies so real&sure...

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Hey Y'all Homer Simpson here From the Simpson's For and on behalf of Duff Beer Just to let you know That if you drink enough Duff Beer It can make you're problem's go away If it changes your personality and turns you into an obnoxious drunk And gets you into a fight and you eventually get your...

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Winslow Homer of seascape fame paint ed scenes just of Mainet The epitome self-reliant Yankee in his day a household name you see...

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Would that this poet were in Greece! Her heart enchanted on its sunlit sands. Her lover, kissing her porcelain hands. His eyes, deep, dark as Kalmata olives. The homes, white, with bright, blue tops. Her heart beating so loudly, fearing it may stop! But as the sun sets, she is far calmer. Her head on his chest, she hears its Greek beat. Then...

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With joy and jubilation today, The strong batter smiled and perspired As he ran the bases, so greatly admired. A lesson, though, for poets all. Just write, must each poem be in a contest? Much each poem be a blatant conquest? Is there no pure joy in what we do? I think there is, through and through. Personally, I find no joy in...

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After enjoying a pleasant walk, I then spent an hour at a park, And I relished the dulcet sounds, of cheery airborne skylarks. The blooms were so lovely, all sultry in the fervid sunshine, And the hummingbirds were in bliss, with their tour of daytime. Ducks upon the cool clear lake, gaily uttered the solitary word, As the thunder retains...

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FROM THE ur POEMS u-turn: another way to look at religion by Michael R. Burch ... u were borne orphaned from Ecstasy into this lower realm: just one of the inching worms dreaming of Beatification; u would love to make a u-turn back to Divinity, but having misplaced ur chrysalis, u can only chant magical phrases, like Circe luring ulysses back into...

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the gods envy us with a million ways to die- one only to live...

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