Trave Poems - Poems about Trave

...Death sits waiting in a speical place, she waits until we run the race. And when the race is finally over, she cuts our life like fresh mowed clover. Be not afraid for death is blind. She come......

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... R ainbow hues in ge ntle flowing mist, ......

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...The Infinitude of the Private Man What fetters will chain the legs of man, If the Creator himself so much liberty gave? No prison can contain the ethereal soul of man For his free-roaming self......

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...This is the day the lord gave From the trave of our life Two roads met, one to grave ......

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...I travel the whole land of blistering sun and whirring wind to seek revelation; and I come from the deep south, delivering my freight to the north: making of this lonely life a damnation... ......

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