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Life is Bitter by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

Life is bitter. All the faces of the years,
Young and old, are grey with travail and with tears.
Must we only wake to toil, to tire, to weep? 74 more words


Patrick Williamson

Da Nel santuario, Samuele Editore, 2013, traduzione di Guido Cupani





Whirl, leaves, see

the old trunk, the other

side, eyeholes

barely wide, light… 1,597 more words



Beautiful is, at which u can’t stare
Like the sun in sky with all its glare.

Beautiful is the best friend in anger
Whose warm wrath too has a care. 118 more words

English Poetry

The Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Come not, when I am dead,
to drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.

981 more words

Nothing of Me

There is nothing of my own,
none of my poems,
or an unsung song.

There is nothing more whole,
nothing more infinite
than my ever devoted soul. 278 more words

English Poetry

In the Wildness of the Night

In the wildness of the night,
when the stars were veiled
by the silvery grey clouds,
and the moon had ruled the roost.
I hark back to your soulfully intoxicated… 160 more words

English Poetry