Poems
Selected poems connected with this theme.
Sunstone
Paz Octavio · 1957
(The Opening Verses) — Modern English Adaptation
A crystal willow, a poplar made of water,
a tall fountain bending beneath the wind,
a tree with deep roots that never stops dancing,
a river that twists and keeps mo …
Ozymandias
Shelley Percy · 1818
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer …
Khayyam Omar
Rubaiyat
1
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
2
Dreaming when Dawn's Left …
Everness
Borges · 1975
Only one thing does not exist: oblivion.
God, who saves the metal and the dross,
encodes within the prophetic memory
moons that will be and have already been.
It's all there. Thousands of reflections
that, between …
The Mirabeau Bridge
Apollinaire · 1912
Modern English Translation (AI)
Beneath Mirabeau Bridge the Seine keeps flowing,
carrying with it the memory of our love.
Must I still remember
how every sorrow was followed by joy?
Let night arrive, let the clo …
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Frost Robert · 1923
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early 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.
Ozymandias
Shelley Percy · 1818
(Modern English Adaptation)
I met a traveler who had returned from an ancient land.
He told me, "Two enormous stone legs stand alone in the desert. Nearby, half buried in the sand, lies the shattered face of a stat …
Mirror
Plath Sylvia
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted
by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful--- The eye of a little god, fourcornered.
Most of the …
Age Thirty-Five
Tarancı Sıtkı · 1946
Thirty-five years old! Half the journey gone.
Like Dante, we stand midway through life.
The vigor of our youth —
in vain today we beg it, in vain we call —
departs without a thought for our tears.
Has snow fallen …