Beauty Poems
Palme
by Paul Valéry
Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.
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Dazzling Days Ahead
by Evelyn Judy BuehlerAs long as I see the sky, I know gemmed sparkle ~ follows dogged blues.
Continue readingA Renaissance Of Love
by Hébert Logerie
I spend days thinking of you
And nights dreaming of you
Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes
And your voice is buzzing in my ears
It’s fascinating after so many years
I’m still reminiscing of your sweet apple pies
When you used to spoon-feed me
And wipe my lips with kisses of honey.
I tried to forget you, to move on
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Lasting Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
butterfly bush blooms
such pink and purple colors
green days like late summer
lavender sunshine
in floral scents wandering
cream clouds pondering
striking hummingbird
in deep purple and rubies
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The City In Which I Loved You
by Li-Young Lee
And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
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Dazzling Days Ahead
by Evelyn Judy BuehlerAs long as I see the sky, I know gemmed sparkle ~ follows dogged blues.
Continue readingLasting Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
butterfly bush blooms
such pink and purple colors
green days like late summer
lavender sunshine
in floral scents wandering
cream clouds pondering
striking hummingbird
in deep purple and rubies
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Lone, But Not Lonely
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Joan Marlowe was eight years old, and loved the smiling, happy people;
As green pines love chattering redbirds, when an orange sun is gleeful.
And yet, when some found they were too busy, Joan petulantly pouted,
Like the creeping golden sunshine, dark blue-gray skies, once doubted.
Little Joan was outgoing and fun, the little girl that everyone wanted;
And often full of joyous smiles, like the rose, to which heart responded.
Fine feathered, fan-tailed cuckoos, passed sweet violet time, so slowly;
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My Brother, John
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
My brother, John, was older than me; and I had ever looked up to him,
As a golden sun seems always with you, but comes and goes at whim.
My brother, John, taught me to roller skate, and how to fly a green kite.
We rode bikes and red wagons, in mauve, swift days of summer delight.
My brother, John, was very smart. Nonetheless, he was frequently tardy,
Like faint stars, yet visible come dawn, having twinkling, confetti parties!
We had fast friends in the neighborhood, of fluttering ruby leaves, fallen,
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Opals
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Opalescent leaves fall
outside summer's green door.
Outbound, a year sparkles
once age has come with grace.
Orange sun, red roses
of a starry evening.
Old age looks back, dreaming.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (24 poems about Beauty)
22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States -
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