Obscurity Poems

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
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How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
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There is a change- and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
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I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,- -that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
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A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating;
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1.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
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Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through the valley-depths of shade,
Of night and dark obscurity;
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Gone are my people, but I exist yet,
Lamenting them in my solitude...
Dead are my friends, and in their Death my life is naught but great
Disaster.
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Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
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Why art thou silent & invisible
Father of jealousy
Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye
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I.

MAN, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature: beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything.
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. Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
--It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
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The young Lady to whom this was addressed was my Sister. It was
composed at school, and during my two first College vacations.
There is not an image in it which I have not observed; and now, in
my seventy-third year, I recollect the time and place where most
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Here is where.....
Madmen write verse for their amputated lovers
with blue fountain pens and quills of clotted ink
Scribbling morbid memories yellow with old malaria
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In the deserted, moon-blanched street,
How lonely rings the echo of my feet!
Those windows, which I gaze at, frown,
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AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT.'

Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
For oh, my steps are weak,
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Of the million or two, more or less,
I rule and possess,
One man, for some cause undefined,
Was least to my mind.
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He knocked, and I beheld him at the door--
A vision for the gods to verify.
"What battered ancient is this," thought I,
"And when, if ever, did we meet before?"
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I.
THOU who stealest fire,
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present, oh, haste,
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"The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be."
— Michael Faudet
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What is this sadness of the world you talk about?
What have you felt that we have never had a feel?
What pricks and pinches your heart so madly that we have not witnessed?
Has your eye seen enough, the quagmires of this world?
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Writing in obscurity,
musings unrestrained

Words to live both free and clear
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obscurity of littered pages,
adumbration shadow mountains.
chronicles bookcase furrowed,
creases wrinkled shelves deposits.
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There is no way in this obscurity
Yet I have been penetrating alleys and lanes
Can you voice me
What Way should I go?
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Sorrows thrown into the river of styx.
Proselytising raindrops to teardrops.
Cry me an alter alternate reality.
Dark abstruse universe within me.
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That climb.
From obscurity.
And surrounded by the darkness,
Of a challenging negativity.
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soli Deo gloria

beautiful obscurity I have come to know
the hem of the soul from the inside,
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