Long Blackout Poems
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Bright shadows ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ shoots of bliss,
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ world's gladness ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
A day to seek;
Eternity in time; the steps ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
We Climb ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ Lamps that light
Man through his heap of dark days; ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Paradise; ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
The Cool ¦¦¦¦¦ day;
The Creatures' _Jubilee_; God's parle with dust;
Heaven here; ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ hills of Myrrh, and flowers;
Angels descending; ¦¦¦ Returns of Trust;
A Gleam of glory, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ love-feasts; Time's Prerogative,
And Interest
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ home of rest.
The milky way chalked out with suns; ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ and in full story
A taste of Heav'n on earth; ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ a full feast: And ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ glory.
(Blackout of Son-Days by Henry Vaughan)
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ unwilling step ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Shuddering to the mirror.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
This morning she is thirty.
Shining ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ star,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ twilight shining,
Haunted ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly ¦¦¦¦¦ silver girl,
Draw ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ toward you;
Time ¦¦¦ makes the years to whirl
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ he adored you.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ timelessness for you;
Calendars ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
¦¦¦ Night will not see thirty again,
¦¦¦ soft ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda;
Pick up your glass ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
How old is Spring, Miranda?
(Blackout of A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash)
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the break
Of waters ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ can make
¦¦¦¦ soil ¦¦¦¦ indurate and strange.
He ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ holds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ together
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The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ announcing ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ clock;
Seeking, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ a light ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ as a lamp ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ with hills ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ no sea ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ he will find ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
To be enduring, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Of hidden ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ glares
¦¦¦ beauty ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ something dreadful ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
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(Blackout of A Tale by Louise Bogan)
The universe has seen the entitled ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ whining ways of kings, ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ waning moons many
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what is left is the discrimination of souls ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ rewards for the royals, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
the skies with putrefied lies from its anxious beginnings
ancient alibis ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ starting wars ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
The sky is painted putrid brown, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
with spoken words ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ becoming ¦¦¦¦ in medieval dungeons
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ appointees—demigods with ice cold hearts
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the venue shall show evidence ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
electrolyte mix, lemon water, granulated salt, a family remedy
¦¦¦ sadness aside, ¦¦¦ crowds search ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ reason
¦¦¦ tears don’t roll down, ¦¦¦ fears ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ installed within them
Let the side show begin, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
as the world watches sorrow ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ a dooming star ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ brightly colored with answers
it dulls with ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the peace longed for
a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ shadow performs casting confusion and can’t be caught
nor ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ innocent escape ¦¦¦¦ it, death ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ who near it
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the habit of lying, the unwritten script
not ¦¦¦¦ of transparencies, ¦¦¦ a bad performance flipped
against King George III ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ they say apply here
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ disregard for laws, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ on the throne of frustration is the sorest loser ever seen
(Blackout of potus speech review)
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in the garden,
Under ¦¦¦ August skies;
The moon had gone but ¦¦¦ stars shone on, -
¦¦¦¦¦ like your beautiful eyes.
Away from ¦¦¦ glitter and gaslight,
in the garden there,
While ¦¦¦ mirth of the throng, in ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ song,
Floated ¦¦¦ on the air.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ through starlight,
I looked ¦¦¦ at you;
And a feeling came ¦¦¦¦ I could not name, -
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ starnge and new.
Friends ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ only, -
Why should it give me pain
To know you ¦¦¦¦¦ go in the morrow,
And ¦¦¦¦¦ not come again?
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
What matter that we must part?
But ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with a ¦¦¦¦¦ surprise,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
We did not speak, but your breath on my cheek
Was like a breeze of the south:
¦¦¦ your ¦¦¦¦ hair brushed my forehead
¦¦¦ your kiss fell on my mouth.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ -
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ we went in from the garden,
Out of ¦¦¦ sweet starlight,
Back to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ music,
¦¦¦ we said 'Good-bye' ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ - ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
The river ¦¦¦¦ rolls between us
Can never be crossed, I know,
¦¦¦ the waters are deep ¦¦¦ the shores ¦¦¦ steep,
¦¦¦ a maelstrom whirls below;
But I think we shall always remember,
Though we ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ strive to forget,
How you looked in my eyes, 'neath the August skies,
After the moon had set; -
¦¦¦ you kissed my lips in the garden,
¦¦¦ we stood in a trance of bliss,
¦¦¦ our hearts seemed ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ together
In ¦¦¦¦ one thrilling kiss.
(Blackout of In The Garden by Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
'Tis a ¦¦¦¦ sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ wood sighing:
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When such a time ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
I ¦¦¦ retire
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Beside a bright fire:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ there I sit
Reading ¦¦¦ things,
Of knights and ¦¦¦¦ damsels,
While the wind sings—
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
I never ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ attend ¦¦¦ the blast;
For ¦¦¦ to be seen
¦¦¦ the leaves falling fast:
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But ¦¦¦¦¦ at the hearth,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ sit I,
Reading of summer
And chivalry—
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¦¦¦¦ with an old friend
I talk of youth!
How 'twas gladsome, but ¦¦¦¦¦
Foolish, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ to get merry
We sing ¦¦¦¦ old rhyme,
That made the wood ring again
In summertime—
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Then go we ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Silent and snug:
Nought passes between us,
Save a brown jug—
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¦¦¦ sometimes a tear
Will rise in each eye,
Seeing ¦¦¦ two old friends
So merrily—
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And ere to bed
¦¦¦ we, go ¦¦¦
Down ¦¦¦
We kneel ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Praying together!
Thus, ¦¦¦¦¦ live I,
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦ sun
Is with me in the room
Shining, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Then ¦¦¦ clouds part,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ spring is alive,
And the meadows are green!
I jump up, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Break the old pipe in ¦¦¦¦¦¦
And away to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ meadows again!
(Blackout of The Meadows In Spring by Edward Fitzgerald)
In ¦¦¦ silence ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
I will spend an hour with thee,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ love ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ of mystery:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ between our souls
When Death cried, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ hail!"
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Nay, wrongly said.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Death ¦¦¦¦ sweeps
Far from life, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Out into unsounded deeps.
I shall take an hour and come
Sailing, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ to thy side.
Wind nor sea may keep me from
Soft communings with my bride.
I shall rest my head on thee
As I did long days of yore,
When a calm, untroubled sea
Rocked thy vessel at the shore.
I ¦¦¦¦¦ take thy hand in mine,
And live ¦¦¦¦ the olden days
¦¦¦¦ thy smile to me ¦¦¦ wine,—
Golden wine thy word of praise,
For the carols I had wrought
In my soul's simplicity;
For the petty beads of thought
Which thine eyes alone could see.
Ah, those eyes, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ keen
For my welfare ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Tho' the grave-door shut between,
Still their love-lights ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ steal.
I can see thee thro' my tears,
As thro' rain we see the sun.
What tho' cold and cooling years
Shall their bitter courses run,—
I shall see thee still and be
Thy true lover evermore,
And thy face shall be to me
Dear and helpful as before.
Death ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ may boast,
But we laugh his pow'r to scorn;
He is but a slave at most,—
Night that heralds coming morn.
I ¦¦¦¦¦ spend an hour with thee
Day by day, my ¦¦¦¦¦¦ bride.
True love laughs at mystery,
Crying, "Doors of Death, fly wide."
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I loved you.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
I gave you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
bed of earth, blanket of blue air--
As I get further away ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
I see ¦¦¦ more clearly.
¦¦¦¦ souls should have been immense ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
not what they are,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
I gave you ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
blue of the spring morning,
¦¦¦¦ you didn't know ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
you wanted more, the one gift
reserved for another ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
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you will ¦¦¦ find ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ in the garden,
among the growing plants.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the bird's flight
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
which begins ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ echoing
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ from the white birch
to the apple tree.
(Blackout of Retreating Wind by Louise Gluck)
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
We seek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ my friends -
That dawn should find us every day
Some ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ on our way.
The ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ sleep ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ and take ¦¦¦¦¦ rest.
The ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ priest and people slumber ¦¦¦¦¦
We ¦¦¦ are early ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ far and near.
So peacefully their rest they take,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ first awake!
- Strong heart! ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ seek the day;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
A thousand seekers seek the light.
(Blackout of Stout Marches Lead To Certain Ends by Robert Louis Stevenson)
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¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ distress,
For ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pleasure's ¦¦¦¦¦
Denial is ¦¦¦¦¦
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Heavy with ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ peace,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ taken away
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I have asked, What is this ¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ stone
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¦¦¦ but the soul alone:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ we guard our love,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ known.
(Blackout of For The One Who Would Not Take His Life In His Hands by Delmore Schwartz)