Best Palely Poems

Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of...

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Fair Spring, a lady, palely loitering,
    Whose brow is decked with flowers and with dew,
Whose bosom births youth’s essence which does bring
...

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Spear
      by
          delicate spear
(palely green) ---
Spring!
    Panoramas
 ...

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For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I...

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The Persistence of a Memory of Apricot Shampoo
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved...
and...

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You Never Listened
by Michael R. Burch
 
You never listened,
though each night the rain
wove its patterns again
and trembled and glistened...
 
You were not watching,
though each night...

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Who is he that can show light its dwelling place?
Or carve destiny in to the hands of man or stud it in the sky?
Who is...

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In his songbook,
are raving songs of beauty,
which thrushes around the phrases of my mind

and embroiders my soul on an errand 
into a white night of...

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LOVE POEMS I by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, a first...

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CHAPTER 6 (continued, c)

Several of the primate children 
Sat together in the branches 
Of a tree; they did not notice 
Danger silently approaching 
 
Through the leaves a brown and...

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Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX

Day, and Night
by Michael R. Burch

The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters;
her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms.
And we who rise each day to...

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Anastasia was all too eager because the dream she dared not speak of in fear of jinxing it was finally coming true.

Back in the princess's...

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At six o’clock in the morning
Upon the sixth of June
Came Michael-Paul O’Higgins
Into this bustling world.

At school he was but middling,
He never cut much ice
In English,...

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The Seashore Gathering
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

On the seashores of endless worlds, earth's children converge.
The infinite sky is motionless, the restless waters...

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"I have built my foundation with life's bricks;
I exist. I am me. And that has been enough. "

      ...

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