Best Washington Irving Poems

The October night was dark and cold,
As the autumn sun was going down,
When I recalled the legends I had been told,
About this sleepy, little town.

There were tales about the haunted woods,
They say the wind seems to call your name,
I was going where no one should,
And...

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"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love." -Washington Irving

When the light fades from my...

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“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.” – Washington Irving


strongest love known
conveyed by tears, not words
powerful the person
allowing tears to...

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The sign he reads out loud, “There’s holes ahead.”
The Rip Van Winkle Bridge quite disturbs me.
A story book that’s come to life — with head
To lose. My dad inches along bravely.

The chickens must brood o’er a dicken’s deuce.
We steer to the left and the right,...

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Ichabod Crane sprang from the brain
Of someone most deserving
Of Sunnyside, his proud domain.
His name? Washington Irving.

He also wrote a tale of note
About one Rip Van Winkle
Who found a sleeping antidote
To shoo away each wrinkle.

His home, intact, you can, in fact,
Both tour and pay a visit.
The...

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RIP-NODDING TIL TWO

At dawn’s early light, i’m up and at it.
Mid-morning eyes close in lair, where I sit.
Not merely a wink.
A twenty year blink.
Wake up with cobwebs - Van Winkle’d a bit.

10/5/2017

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rip_Van_Winkle

In the short story, written by Washington Irving, Rip Van Winkle sleeps for twenty...

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For twenty years,
Tears in-between,
Rain and rust
And gray-beard dust.

A flooded flagon,
Empty-dry. Laid aside.
A spook to his wolf,
savior to the squirrels.

A languid man snores
While robins lay eggs
In his briery beard.

Blue and yellow eyes
Startle awake.
Oh what trouble
To sleep all night!

The Kaatskills mock,
In torment
Of bygone years,
This stinking man and
his...

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