Tag Archives: Collection of Poem

depression – claire page

Depression depression, Gets to us all, We don’t know why? But it’s always there, At some point in our lives, All we want is for our depression to go away, The types we have are all different, But we all … Continue reading

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poem – the female god

We curl into your eyes- They drink our files and have never drained : In the fierce forest of your hair Our desires beat blindly for their treasure. In your eyes’ subtle pit, Far down, glimmer our souls ; And … Continue reading

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poem – at night

Crazed shadows, from no golden body That I can see, embrace me warm ; All is purple and closed Round by night’s arm. A brilliance wings from dark-lit voices, Wild lost voices of shadows white See the long houses lean … Continue reading

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poem – the jew

Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable lampless men. The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, With the same heaving blood, Keep tide to the moon of Moses. … Continue reading

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Poem – Samson

Samson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was foiled by woman’s arts, by a false wife brought to the gates of death! O Truth! that shinest with propitious beams, turning our earthly night to heavenly … Continue reading

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Poem – Love’s Secret

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah! … Continue reading

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Of Three Or Four In The Room – Yehuda Amichai

Out of three or four in the room  One is always standing at the window.  Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns,  The fires on the hills.  And people who left whole  Are brought home in the evening, like … Continue reading

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