Raven Poems
An Anatomy Of The World...
by John Donne
When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,
Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one
(For who is sure he hath a soul, unless
It see, and judge, and follow worthiness,
And by deeds praise it? He who doth not this,
May lodge an inmate soul, but 'tis not his)
When that queen ended here her progress time,
And, as t'her standing house, to heaven did climb,
Where loath to make the saints attend her long,
She's now a part both of the choir, and song;
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When The Lamp Is Shattered
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
When the lamp is shattered,
The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed;
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
As music and splendor
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The Persimmon Tree
by Esaku Kondo
When the persimmon's mellow sweetness permeates into my tongue,
Capillary vessels carry my mind back to Japan's cozy childhood:
An aged giant persimmon tree thickly covered with foliage
Hugged a black tile roof house I was born under the shadow.
While my mother retailed tobaccos, charcoals, stick incenses,
My father commuted on foot to a mountain school for teaching.
When the persimmon's greenish tannin benumbs over my tongue,
Alert signal drives me to indulge in the hard old days pathos:
Opposite edge of the branches leaned against a thatched roof
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Blessing The Cornfields
by Henry Wadswor Longfellow
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,
Of the happy days that followed,
In the land of the Ojibways,
In the pleasant land and peaceful!
Sing the mysteries of Mondamin,
Sing the Blessing of the Cornfields!
Buried was the bloody hatchet,
Buried was the dreadful war-club,
Buried were all warlike weapons,
And the war-cry was forgotten.
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Villon’s Epitaph (Ballade Of The Hanged Men) -
by François Villon
O brother men who after us remain,
Do not look coldly on the scene you view,
For if you pity wretchedness and pain,
God will the more incline to pity you.
You see us hang here, half a dozen who
Indulged the flesh in every liberty
Till it was pecked and rotted, as you see,
And these our bones to dust and ashes fall.
Let no one mock our sorry company,
But pray to God that He forgive us all.
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Skynet TV.AI
by Sasha Raven
Are you a human or just the machine?
Protecting her life on daily routine ...
We cannot hide from infra-red vision,
in milliseconds you make a decision ...
We cannot compete in this race,
cyberworld is your planet and place ...
They created an army and Resistance,
to protect the last humans — existence ...
Maybe like human, you are just a mistake,
waiting for prey, like a poisonous snake ...
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Humanity
by Sasha Raven"Humanity has many gods, but the universe has only one." - Sasha Raven
Continue readingEdgar Allan Poe & Poe(m)
by Sasha Raven"Have You ever noticed, that in the words a poem - Poe(m), a poet - Poe(t), poetry - Poe(try), a poetess - Poe(tess) is hidden the last name of the mighty poet and writer Edgar Allan Poe? So, He has to be the greatest master of poetry?" - Sasha Raven
Continue readingWhen The Lamp Is Shattered
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
When the lamp is shattered,
The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed;
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
As music and splendor
......
Lines
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
WHEN the lamp is shatter'd,
The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scatter'd,
The rainbow's glory is shed;
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remember'd not
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
As music and splendour
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