Best Moods Poems

I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
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Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
I could not count the cost
of all your faces, your moods-
that present that I lost.
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We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,
We build the house where we may rest,
And then, at moments, suddenly,
We look up to the great wide sky,
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FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,
Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
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They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They'll try to make you different;
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Music is freedom that relentlessly exists
Freedom of speech
Freedom of thought
Freedom of creativity
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The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud--and hark, again ! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
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You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
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I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
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' i am ' sky
my colors are my moods
' i am' light blue when i'm at peace
' i am ' dark blue when i'm troubled
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If one could bridge the distance with a word,
A journey would become a pilgrimage.
Elegant letters slant across the page.
My leaf has found a home upon your coat.
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Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are—
gaiety of flowers.
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All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
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Mist clogs the sunshine.
Smoky dwarf houses
Hem me round everywhere;
A vague dejection
Weighs down my soul.
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Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad
Of subtly-changing and surprising parts;
His moods are storms that frighten and make glad,
His eyes were made to capture women's hearts.
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I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
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There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street
In the City as the sun sinks low;
And the music's not immortal; but the world has made it sweet
And fulfilled it with the sunset glow;
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Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
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I love you.

That's it, really.
all there is to say.
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As I ebb'd with the ocean of life,
As I wended the shores I know,
As I walk'd where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok,
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Hands dream to trace the sculptures of old trees
That stand like dark wainscoting to the light.
Thickets of wordless poems capture thoughts,
Paint lowering moods upon gray window glass.
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Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
-- not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
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A great and glorious thing it is
To learn, for seven years or so,
The Lord knows what of that and this,
Ere reckoned fit to face the foe --
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Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
In that first war, and had his realm restored
But rendered tributary, failed of late
To send his tribute; wherefore Arthur called
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To be a great musician you must be a man of moods,
You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes.
To execute pianos and to fiddle with success,
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The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell and praises him that, whereas other musicians have given utterance to the moods of man’s mind, he has, beyond that, uttered in notes the very make and species of man as created both in him and in all men generally.


Have, fair fallen, O fair, fair have fallen, so dear
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Master of the murmuring courts
Where the shapes of sleep convene!--
Lo! my spirit here exhorts
All the powers of thy demesne
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"I have been one acquainted with the night" - Robert Frost


Rode in the train all night, in the sick light. A bird
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When down the stair at morning
The sunbeams round her float,
Sweet rivulets of laughter
Are bubbling in her throat;
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I got a chance to meet You
in the feel of a moment
gripped in the crystalline abstraction
of a diamond bonding…
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Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat,
High in her chamber up a tower to the east
Guarded the sacred shield of Lancelot;
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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceivèd husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though altered new,
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place.
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XXII

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
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I do not care to talk to you although
Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies,
And all my being's silent harmonies
Wake trembling into music. When you go
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to a dark stage.
I lie there awake in my prison bunk,
in the eye-catching silence
of prison night.
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I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth--
Oh, be the green fields calling,
Oh, be for me the earth!
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ELEMENTAL drifts!
How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressing
me!
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Entangled in the depth of your blue eyes
...Entranced and in total bliss...
Embraced by your circled arms tight grasp
...Energized by your heavenly kiss...
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A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
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To the Memory of the Household It Describes
This Poem is Dedicated by the Author:

"As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits,which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine lightof the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and as the CelestialFire drives away dark spirits, so also this our Fire of Wood doth thesame." -- Cor. Agrippa, Occult Philosophy,
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So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went,
And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent;
Well, we grieve to disappoint you, and it makes us sad to hear
That it wasn't cool and shady -- and there wasn't whips of beer,
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A FALLING LEAF

In the multitude
between the cacophonies
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Out of childhood into manhood
Now had grown my Hiawatha,
Skilled in all the craft of hunters,
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(dedicated to Mr.Esa-Pekka Salonen, a gifted conductor)

frozen zephyrs blow softly
grey leaves sway tenderly
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"As certain also of your own poets have said"--
(Acts 17.28)
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea
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I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
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The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,
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Too old to carry arms and fight like the others -

they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler
I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege
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Your eyes drink of me,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine.
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Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed,
There came before my eyes that wonted thread
Of shapes, and shadows, and remembrances,
That every other minute vex and please:
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Black house roofs are a mirror to the smoke.
The cloud mood makes a backdropp for good-bye.
You lift me parallel to chimney stacks
And make me dizzy with your old world kiss.
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The tides change
with the moon
The moods change
With the tide
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Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,
For the god being one day too warm in his wooing,
She took to the tree to escape his pursuing
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In the spring, I arrive as a gentle breeze
With the summer, I have my moods
In the autumn, I am stripping naked the trees
With the winter, my heart is an empty room
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Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;
And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd,
A wild and giddy thing,
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I’m writing the poetry of fragile souls
Sitting quietly in the broken sunlight
Of hopeful but fleeting romance.
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Master of the murmuring courts
Where the shapes of sleep convene!--
Lo! my spirit here exhorts
All the powers of thy demesne
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CANTO 1

ARGUMENT
Angelica, whom pressing danger frights,
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When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curvèd point,--what bitter wrong
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on tangled hair
you lay there alone
you bite your nails
you laugh so hard
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The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
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Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,
We stumbled on a stationary voice,
And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' I.
'The second two: they wait,' he said, 'pass on;
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Thomas
To India! Yea, here I may take ship;
From here the courses go over the seas,
Along which the intent prows wonderfully
Nose like lean hounds, and tack their journeys out,
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People wish to be settled. Only as long as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.
-- Thoreau

My life has been
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'T is you that are the music, not your song.
The song is but a door which, opening wide,
Lets forth the pent-up melody inside,
Your spirit's harmony, which clear and strong
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My vision is the azure sky
And dreams are Paradise
My dwelling is behind the wall
I’m hidden to probing eyes
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
And night by night the monitory blast
Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd
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WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong,
   Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
   Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curving point,--what bitter wrong
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I wonder how
I wonder why
My moods keep changing
Like the sky
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Into the woods I strolled one day, with my twin sister,
For if I had left her behind, I'd surely have missed her.
We were looking for wild strawberries, but we got lost,
Under the warm sun shining, as breezes blew very soft.
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Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age,
When hours were long and days sufficed to hold
Wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled
By shortening moments, when no gaunt presage
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Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From the day's first golden cup.
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she hides in her room
the one in that broken home
she walks alone
headphones blaring
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Beneath a sky of graying frowns,
Behind a waning moon,
Beneath a group of frozen clouds,
Bereft of raining moods,
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From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine,
Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag-flower that flickers with fear of the flies as they float,
Are they looks of our lovers that lustrously lean from a marvel of mystic miraculous moonshine,
These that we feel in the blood of our blushes that thicken and threaten with throbs through the throat?
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I've left my own old home of homes,
Green fields and every pleasant place;
The summer like a stranger comes,
I pause and hardly know her face.
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Where the mocking lyre-bird calls
To its mate among the falls
Of the mountain streams that play,
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(dedicated to Mr.Gustavo Dudamel, a great conductor)

people
animals
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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though altered new;
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It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went,
For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent;
And you curse the trams and buses and the turmoil and the push,
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I realized, Oh, there\'s
something to be shared
with, Always who
made the capacity to
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An ache perforates veins deep
Blood cold as moods of night
tears fall on food I eat
tears fall on food withered
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One night, I knocked your door
You opened welcoming me
We had tea and some spaghetti
We talked, fact-finding, no more
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Here today and gone tomorrow
I pass through life
Touched by souls both good and bad
I pass through life
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Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and'not
As transient things are
gaiety of flowers.
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beside me in this garden
are huge and daisy-like
(why not? are not
oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),
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Bother Bulleys, let us sing
   From the dawn till evening! -
For we know not that we go not
   When the day's pale pinions fold
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O Mother Earth! upon thy lap
Thy weary ones receiving,
And o'er them, silent as a dream,
Thy grassy mantle weaving,
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Sitting in her torn draped old cotton sari,
In front of her thatched roof hut tired and weary,
Watching those trees accompanying from her vivid memories,
She often narrated stories of ghosts from one of those haunted trees,
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A picture memory brings to me
I look across the years and see
Myself beside my mother's knee.
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I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals streaming in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
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No wind there is that either pipes or moans;
The fields are cold and still; the sky
Is covered with a blue-gray sheet
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A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind which blew the puddles dry,
And slapped the river into waves
That ran and hid among the staves
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Not to know vice at all, and keep true state,
Is virtue and not fate:
Next to that virtue, is to know vice well,
And her black spite expel.
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SHE wanders in the April woods,
That glisten with the fallen shower;
She leans her face against the buds,
She stops, she stoops, she plucks a flower.
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Magna Charta, June 15, 1215


At Runnymede, At Runnymede,
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It was a day of sun and rain,
Uncertain as a child's swift moods;
And I shall never spend again
So blithe a day among the woods.
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Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Maketh all things softly smile,
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