Best Albert Camus Poems

"In the midst of winter I found there was within me an invincible summer.
That makes me happy because it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me there’s something stronger something better, pushing right back."  Words by: Albert Camus


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Coconut tropical oil 
Glistening on my skin
The scent intoxicates me
As I bask in the sun
And drink in the beauty
Of the sparkling Mediterranean Sea

It’s only for a short while
That I will lie here
And only because
I want to feel the power of the sun
As it makes love...

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“Possessed”



The scarlet of her heart opens
where she blooms deepest
from the cuts 
of Past’s insanity
her windows 
full green undressed
him, in his mind;
he confessed,
in quiet reflection, 
he had lost his head
irrevocably -
and taking his brush
dipped it in 
fresh rouge cadmium
across her throat he wrote
the words on her...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "All Roads Lead Home"



All Roads Lead Home
Poems
Stories
Detours
Stepping Stones

All Roads Lead Home

(Lovejoy-Burton/October 2018)



"Where we LOVE is home -     
home that our feet may leave, 
but not our hearts".













About Inner Strength
"I will love the light for it shows me the...

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Inspired by and based on L’Étranger by Albert Camus


I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
I'll pass you by like a memory
Of innocence and ignorant bliss.
I feel nothing every time we kiss

I feel nothing each day I'm alive
Nothing matters, we're all gonna die
When and...

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To me, you are purely ephemeral;
We are irrelevantly real.
And I am left with no one but myself,
With this hollowness I feel.

And still, I am hardly here,
Just a mass of scattered free radicals.
A steady-state cascade;
A time-killing fanatical.

I laugh because it is absurd,
And carry on without a...

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The dew indiscriminately

wept for all things living and dead

on this early autumn morning.

Its cold droplets caressed the leaves

while lingering sap-starved leaf stems

clung precariously above

and each dying leaf shed teardrops

for and onto their fallen kind.

One by one they released their hold

falling silently, gracefully

in their final unique...

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Should I kill myself, 
or have a cup of coffee? 
-Albert Camus- 


Being dead is blunt, 
numbing and offensive. 
Yet it is life and not death 
that grips you 
so hard that pain 
is a plea for urgent departure 

The impromptu of suicide 
is interrupted...

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"WINTER"


the beautiful season 
of suspension
where we find 
our true selves

hibernating

under sacred blankets
of wisdom won 
dreaming of all 
the days past, gone 

in the never complete

and we dream 
in songs
of the other life
approaching

beautiful, 
inviolate,
lilting pure,
lighter, pristine, 

more truer 
than true

than the heavy
coloured cloaks 
covering lost victories
in...

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There was a poet from France,
Who thought he really could dance!
Up onto the Eifel tower he went, 
Not walking straight but really quite bent.
Whoops and ooh-la-la!
Onto the French earth he fell..
Oh, poet dear, your very last tear.
Pooling and gleaming, ever so tragically 
in your ear.

May you...

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“Autumn is a second Spring
     when every leaf is a flower”

Albert Camus
French philosopher, author and journalist

WINDFALL

the wind-bell, the windflower
  the sturdy gong
    brisk breeze of anemones

the screen whips open
   frangible leaves whisk about
  ...

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With apologies to Albert Camus

I once was a circus strongman,
Sovereign of midway spectacles.
I wore a leopard-skin loincloth
And a lion-claw necklace.
My club was seasoned hardwood.
I proudly dragged my knuckles
Through the sawdust and straw.
I wrestled the orangutan 
And boxed the kangaroo.
I tore phone books in half
With my...

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A mere civil clerk, in his fifties; tall and bent,
Leading a calm life, with none any argument; 
Albert Camus, in his well-known novel, the Plague, 
Makes Joseph Grand, hero; though, visibly, seems vague...!

He could not succeed earning a decent income,
His conflicts with his wife, he...

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1.    John Desmond Patrick Keegan
2.    Alfred, Lord Tennyson 
3.    Sally Aline Mae Beller
4.    Charles Edward A. Berry
5.    Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce 
6.    Béla Ferenc Dezso Blaskó
7.  ...

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