Albert Camus Poems - Poems about Albert Camus

... "In the midst of winter I found there was within me an invincible summer. That makes me happy because it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me there’s somet......Read the rest...

..."Let's not worry. It's too late now. It will always be too late, fortunately!" Albert Camus Esotericology is a fond pursuit of mine Xenolithic feelings, I'm out of place a......Read the rest...

...Grand Citations of The Still Sober In Neared Radios of Fresh October And one had in mind a Graham Greene But - Lo! - Some Newly Discovered Being: “Greene had a bit got sensational, His rejectio......Read the rest...

...With apologies to Albert Camus I once was a circus strongman, Sovereign of midway spectacles. I wore a leopard-skin loincloth And a lion-claw necklace. My club was seasoned hardwood. I proudl......Read the rest...

...A mere civil clerk, in his fifties; tall and bent, Leading a calm life, with none any argument; Albert Camus, in his well-known novel, the Plague, Makes Joseph Grand, hero; though, visibly, seem......Read the rest...

... "WINTER" the beautiful season of suspension where we find our true selves hibernating under sacred blankets of wisdom won dreaming of all the days past, gon......Read the rest...

...1. John Desmond Patrick Keegan 2. Alfred, Lord Tennyson 3. Sally Aline Mae Beller 4. Charles Edward A. Berry 5. Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce 6. Béla Ferenc Dezso Blaskó 7. Joh......Read the rest...

... “Possessed” The scarlet of her heart opens where she blooms deepest from the cuts of Past’s insanity her windows full green undressed him......Read the rest...

...“Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower” Albert Camus French philosopher, author and journalist WINDFALL the wind-bell, the windflower the sturdy gon......Read the rest...

... There was a poet from France, Who thought he really could dance! Up onto the Eifel tower he went,  Not walking straight but really quite bent. Whoops and ooh-la-la! Onto the French ear......Read the rest...

... The Dilettante Diaries: "All Roads Lead Home" All Roads Lead Home Poems Stories Detours Stepping Stones All Roads Lead Home (Lovejoy-Bu......Read the rest...

...Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee? -Albert Camus- Being dead is blunt, numbing and offensive. Yet it is life and not death that grips you so hard that pain is a plea f......Read the rest...

...To me, you are purely ephemeral; We are irrelevantly real. And I am left with no one but myself, With this hollowness I feel. And still, I am hardly here, Just a mass of scattered free radical......Read the rest...

...Coconut tropical oil Glistening on my skin The scent intoxicates me As I bask in the sun And drink in the beauty Of the sparkling Mediterranean Sea It’s only for a short while That I will lie here ......Read the rest...

...The dew indiscriminately wept for all things living and dead on this early autumn morning. Its cold droplets caressed the leaves while lingering sap-starved leaf stems clung pr......Read the rest...