Unutterably Poems - Poems about Unutterably

..."The Wife's Lament" or "The Wife's Complaint" is an Old English/Anglo Saxon poem found in the Exeter Book, which has been dated to 960-990 AD, making it the oldest English poetry anthology. "The Wife......

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...Lost All of a sudden I know tomorrow comes And all the people therein I don't like the moments before sleep Where I fret out of nowhere As panic gives me unanswerable questions That I know on......

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...abundance beckons... devil's squeal of glee... ~ harvest shared... only with me... ________________________________ 'When you reap the harvest of yo......

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...As you read this poem, I’m mentally undressing you. Word by word your protests drop to the floor. Syllable by syllable I pare you down to honest flesh. Utterance by utterance, your secrets are r......

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...Medieval Poems Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Weland knew the agony of exile. That indomitable smith was wrac......

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...(I.) Of Ulysses, Homer's Troy And The Wrathful Gods I, who am of the ancient tribe of trees Climb slowly. Eons unguessed, ere I shall see the crest Of the blue towers, - love's high ci......

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...The faintest rumble in the East Droplets; barely noticeable Did you hear that? Must have imagined it Anyway, not intrusive enough to spoil our most important of conversations... The Economy is t......

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...Lost for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba by Michael R. Burch Something inescapable is lost— lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight, vanishing in a gust of wind ......

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...It's the latest intellectual thing; it's in vogue To dare to say it doesn't make you a rogue You can let people know that experts can show That we are just two-legged animals: It's so! Be......

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...They had dreamed. They had gone so far with their dreams. Yet, so deprived they lived. Like them, I have become a denizen of the desert, ever since I laid my eyes on you. Like them, lovers of a......

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