Best Oxford Poems

An Oxford Sonnet

We came again to city of spires and dreams
There: were England's aspirations built and carved
In honeyed stone of Jurassic coral seas
Where minds are sculpted, nurtured and preserved
From ancient college, fount of Nation's learning
Beyond oak doors, The High tells tale in stone
The buildings speak...

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The Buddhists say: "If you used a raft to cross the river, there is no need to drag it along further". Oh, my good old dictionary! You're my raft in the great water of English language. Alas, we'll always be together.

I'm through half my life...

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I stood by the bridge 
Gazing down at the greens 
Of the trees on the banks 
At the union of streams. 

Through mossed balustrade 
Reflected I'd spy 
The spires of Magdalen 
In watery sky. 

Leaves on the water 
Red, yellow and gold 
By unseen currents,...

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Walking into meadows,
we wandered across the

steep bridge and watched
the students rowing.

The narrow boats moved
smoothly under the tall

trees and the oars glided
gracefully on the river.

as the instructor called
out from time to time.

Keeping their movements
in tune with nature, they

floated into the landscape,
and we moved further along

the rich...

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Time for celebration
Time to gather up the best in one location
Back where high school dress codes were your main struggle
And if your outfit was right then you could score a double
As in two phone numbers from girls who may coincidentally know each other
So now your...

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Car Ride, Oxford, 2011

It's been raining long enough that I could not tell when day faded and night entered.
But there are too many other things to notice: a dim glow that
waxes and wanes as we turn,
translucent lines on the window massaged gently
into my face by...

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Oxfords alteSchleusen
Das Gurgeln des Wassers am Abend
Sonst nur noch Stille

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Old locks of Oxford
Gurgling of water at sundown
Otherwise only silence

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Presas antiguas de Oxford
El gorgoteo del agua en la noche 
Por lo demás sólo silencio...

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The spires watch nightmares planned below, for citizenry
Who should have no foe.' From within its boundry's
They're to be fools on show, the first of April, auspisces
Known.' The donkeys are leading all reason has flown.'
Six the number..' of zones in plan? to destroy cohesion
Do we give...

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Oxford

The filigree of the old and wounded tower,
rays of stone to soften the sky,
Oxford,
rain falls to drown the silent dreams of history.
The Botanic Garden,
boats like wooden chains on the water.
From the Botanic Garden the flowers sing, together with the birds of
ancient history.
The old walls of...

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The quiet rustle of the leaves
I am at peace over the seas 
The welcoming and gentle breeze
I’m soaking up the way it feels 

My grandma’s garden and her tea 
The apple tree, the little bee 
The timid buzz, come on! Come see!
I’m five years old,...

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I walked down the alleyways of London
Early one edgy Friday evening.
I am a touring, curious resident, mind you.
The sun was shy and was sinking breathlessly and
With the hushed melody of frazzled fog.
I headed towards a snaky road, cobbled to fractured
Heels and hills, and stumbled upon
Oxford...

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