IMPOSSIBLE POEMS

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The Super Hostess

It was as a little child
And one who was very shy
That I first looked at the sky.
Soon enough I started wondering and asking myself
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C K Rawat

C K Rawat
Elisabeth

In the room we stood
Silent: The room was confined in a grave
Faced each other
We made no moves
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Jova Petr

Jova Petr
We And They

Father and Mother, and Me,
Sister and Auntie say
All the people like us are We,
And every one else is They.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
I Have Fooled You

Now, I think many a times
I have fooled you -----
Up and down and you are now nervous
I told you the truth
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Jova Petr

Jova Petr
We Are Lonely In Your Crowd

We are lonely in your crowd
just like the deaf community
we are searching for humility,
we are lonely in your crowd
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Francis Ngwenya

Francis Ngwenya
The Other

The forest ended. Glad I was
To feel the light, and hear the hum
Of bees, and smell the drying grass
And the sweet mint, because I had come
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Edward Thomas
The Desire To Paint

Unhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire.
I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveller must leave behind him in the night. It is already long since I saw her.
She is beautiful, and more than beautiful: she is overpowering. The colour black preponderates in her; all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound.
Her eyes are two caverns where mystery vaguely stirs and gleams; her glance illuminates like a ray of light; it is an explosion in the darkness.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Sanctuary

People pray to each other. The way I say 'you' to someone else,
respectfully, intimately, desperately. The way someone says
'you' to me, hopefully, expectantly, intensely ...
-Huub Oosterhuis
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Jean Valentine
On Living

I

Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
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Nazim Hikmet
The Impossible Dream (consciousness Of All)

To dream the impossible dream

To strive for consciousness of all...
To fight, unconqurable divide...
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Anolkhee

Anolkhee
A Lane Of Yellow Led The Eye

1650

A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
The Odyssey: Book 09

And Ulysses answered, “King Alcinous, it is a good thing to hear a
bard with such a divine voice as this man has. There is nothing better
or more delightful than when a whole people make merry together,
with the guests sitting orderly to listen, while the table is loaded
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Homer
In Progress

Ten years ago it seemed impossible
That she should ever grow so calm as this,
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
August 1968

The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach,
The Ogre cannot master Speech:
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
Delight Becomes Pictorial

Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,--
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Nocturne Parisien

A Edmond Lepelletier.


Roule, roule ton flot indolent, morne Seine,-
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Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine
Let Me Know

"lup - lup - dup"

That's the sound of a heartbeat of a broken heart.
Someone in need of an open heart,
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Blessings Mitembo

Blessings Mitembo
Endymion: Book Iv

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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John Keats

John Keats
The Hunting Of The Snark

Dedication

Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
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Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll
Salome's Dancing-lesson

She that begs a little boon
(Heel and toe! Heel and toe!)
Little gets- and nothing, soon.
(No, no, no! No, no, no!)
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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker
Glass

Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.

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Robert Francis
Easter-day

HOW very hard it is to be
A Christian! Hard for you and me,
â??Not the mere task of making real
That duty up to its ideal,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Reincarnation

Seemingly too impossible
Yet,as day after night,inevitable
As the sun walked past the valley of the dead
We ,the long gone, stood in awe at the mark of a new century
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Fatsani Chione

Fatsani Chione
The Monster Of Mr Cogito

1

Lucky Saint George
from his knight's saddle
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Zbigniew Herbert
90 North

At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sides
I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
My furs and my dogs, I stood at the northern pole.
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Randall Jarrell
Marriage

Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
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Gregory Corso
I Like A Look Of Agony

241

I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01

The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen,
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his aventures fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,
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Geoffrey Chaucer

Geoffrey Chaucer
Merlin V

The sun went down, and the dark after it
Starred Merlin's new abode with many a sconced
And many a moving candle, in whose light
The prisoned wizard, mirrored in amazement,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Palinode

Strange gods occupied no space in that chaotic inflation of dark
and light,

or in the exponential expansion of a singular disturbance projecting
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Jocelyn Emerson
Azure And Gold

April had covered the hills
With flickering yellows and reds,
The sparkle and coolness of snow
Was blown from the mountain beds.
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
A Satirical Elegy

On the Death of a Late FAMOUS GENERAL


His Grace! impossible! what dead!
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Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
I. M.'margaret Emma Henley (1888-1894)

When you wake in your crib,
You, an inch of experience-
Vaulted about
With the wonder of darkness;
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William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley
Enigmas

You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
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Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
The Happiness Of Gods.

Living in the realm of desire,
Every living beings from small insects to largest mammals
Crave for intense pleasure but
The intense desire of happiness is self-centered,
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
A Pastiche For Eve

Unmanageable as history: these
Followers of Tammuz to the land
That offered no return, where dust
Grew thick on every bolt and door. And so the world
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Weldon Kees
Balqees

Balqees. . . oh princess,
You burn, caught between tribal wars,
What will I write about the departure of my queen?
Indeed, words are my scandal. . . .
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Nizar Qabbani
Psalm Iv

Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem
having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake
on my lap
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Allen Ginsberg
Truth

Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd,
His ship half founder'd, and his compass lost,
Sees, far as human optics may command,
A sleeping fog, and fancies it dry land;
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance

'I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.

I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation has now become a war of aggression and conquest. I believe that the purposes for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects witch actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.

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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Sassoon
Letters To The Roman Friend

From Martial
Now is windy and the waves are cresting over
Fall is soon to come to change the place entirely.
Change of colors moves me, Postum, even stronger
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Joseph Brodsky
The Impossible Pass

The pundits have taken
A highway that takes them
away,
and they're gone.
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Kabir

Kabir
One Who Died: In Memory Of E.w.t.s.

I mind they told me on a noisy hill
I sat and disbelieved, and shook my head:
â??Impossible! Impossible! but still
these other men have died, and others bled�.
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Leon Gellert
Aylmer's Field

Dust are our frames; and gilded dust, our pride
Looks only for a moment whole and sound;
Like that long-buried body of the king,
Found lying with his urns and ornaments,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages

(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages
- is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E.
coast of Cape Ann, Massachusetts. Salvages is pronounced
to rhyme with assuages. Groaner: a whistling buoy.)
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
The Impossible Thing

A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
So great a charm was prompted to impart;
To one in love, that he the lady gained,
And full possession in the end obtained:
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Jean De La Fontaine
Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth

The antique Persians taught three useful things,
To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.
This was the mode of Cyrus, best of kings--
A mode adopted since by modern youth.
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George Gordon Byron
The Gift Of Harun Al-rashid

KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name, I write
To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer once,
Now the good Caliph's learned Treasurer,
And for no ear but his.
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
The Guitar-la Guitarra

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
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Federico Garcà­a Lorca