April Classicism Poems

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Bids Thee A Night of Good

O' fairest maiden, thy vaulted domain art free,
Doth fleeth from thy bonds of horizons...

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Saying nothing I have said,
That love has said it all.

A crushing hand, that
Squeezes on my heart.

I remember nothing else
An ember nor a spark.

Saying nothing I...

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OPEN APOLOGIES TO CHINA

My sincere apologies to the nation China.
Light Dawns when there's illumination, situations becomes clearer.
I have stained your flag,
Disdain your land and given...

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Night swayed ,
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For my  land Arkan,
The night almost over, 
soon will come the dawn.

 Relinquish all your sorrow,
 Pray to make it to tomorrow.

If you try...

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Fair Angels of Parnassus, Muses Nine,
That on its snowy summit gay recline
With other gods, are haply the cynosure
Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer,
O'erflow'd with...

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A Heart's Deep Song

Grant me for sweet remembrance sake
Some golden gift that I may take
With me into that region
Awaiting me when love is gone,
The jewel...

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Why set in gloom wild April now
Art thou not herald to the spring
And does that grave and low’ring brow
Beseem the sorts this hour should bring
Go;...

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If our springs are uncertain we enjoy fine sunny days
A feeling for spring, even when bad, is always good
Such is the opening of April, not...

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I.    CONTEMPLATION

Happy? Say... Be Happy!
Be Happy with all you may!
Forget the past, it's done at last,
Be Happy for today!

The sweetest proposition...
Begins with...

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The Desolated Greatness

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A cry is the harvest of the body.
Blood and sweat is the lord of the 
body.
Breath is the earth of the body.
Flesh is the bread...

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Look!
Watch the rain ranting
As trees tip-toeing
Pattering foot fooling in flood
Children chasing wind
As darkness drags near
Upon my bed i lay,
Peeping through my notepad as April pry...

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a million dreams without a face
that leave at dawn without a trace
planted deep they bloom and flower
only in the late, late hours

summer coursed through lover's...

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When she fell
she fell through
all of April.

Blue evenings
bruised her hips.

She lay for a long while
and when she got up
there was no face,
she had no face...

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