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Here are a few of my favorite Poems

Are You the New Person Drawn toward Me?
  • Walt Whitman

  • Are you the new person drawn toward me?
    To begin with take a warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
    Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
    Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
    Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloyed satisfaction?
    Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
    Do you see no further than this facade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
    Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
    Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?

  • Edgar Allan Poe
  • From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were; I have not seen
    As others saw; I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring.
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow; I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone;
    And all I have loved, I loved alone.
    Then--in my childhood, in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life--was drawn
    From every depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still:
    From the torrent or the fountain,
    From the red cliff of the mountain,
    From the sun that round me rolled
    In its autumn tint of gold,
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it passed me flying by,
    From the thunder and the storm,
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view.

    Nothing Gold Can Stay
  • Robert Frost
  • Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her first leaf's a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf,
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.

    The Bearer of Evil Tidings
  • Robert Frost
  • The bearer of evil tidings,
    When he was halfway there,
    Remembered that evil tidings
    Were a dangerous thing to bear.

    So when he came to the parting
    Where one road led to the throne
    And one went off to the mountains
    And into the wild unknown,

    He took the one to the mountains.
    He ran through the Vale of Cashmere,
    He ran through the rhodendrons,
    Till he came to the land of Pamir.

    And there in a precipice valley
    A girl of his age he met
    Took him home to her bower
    Or he might be running yet.

    She taught him the tribe's religion:
    How, ages and ages since,
    A princess en route from China
    To marry a Persian prince

    Had been found with child; and her army
    Had come to a troubled halt.
    And though a god was the father
    And nobody else was at fault,

    It had seemed discreet to remain there
    And neither go on nor go back.
    So they stayed and declared a village
    There in the land of the Yak.

    And the child that came of the princess
    Established a royal line,
    And his mandates were given heed to
    Because he was born divine.

    And that was why there were people
    On one Himalayan shelf:
    And the bearer of evil tidings
    Decided to stay there himself.

    At least he had this in common
    With the race he chose to adopt:
    They had both of them had their reasons
    For stopping where they had stopped.

    As for his evil tidings,
    Belshazzar's overthrow,
    Why hurry to tell Belshazzar
    What soon enough he would know?

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