Sun 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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Maker Of Heaven And Earth (All Things Bright And Beautiful)
by Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
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Anywhere Out Of The World
by Charles Baudelaire
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to
suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one
which I discuss incessantly with my soul.
'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and there
you would invigorate yourself like a lizard. This city is on the sea-shore; they say that it is built of marble
and that the people there have such a hatred of vegetation that they uproot all the trees. There you have a landscape
that corresponds to your taste! a landscape made of light and mineral, and liquid to reflect them!'
My soul does not reply.
'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement, would you like to settle in Holland,
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Silver and Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Johnny MacAlister was six-years-old, young enough still for wishes,
Baby sister, Rosie, was all of three, all giggling and adorable kisses.
With fond, indulgent parents, the family was content in their home,
In a town, sleepy in sunlit day, where a scarlet cock used his comb.
Johnny played with Rosie every day. He loved to get her laughing;
As if a gaudy parade of jesters and clowns, chanced to be passing!
Forget-me-not days brought fast friends, in fruitful times of flowers,
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A Prodigal
by Elizabeth Bishop
The brown enormous odor he lived by
was too close, with its breathing and thick hair,
for him to judge. The floor was rotten; the sty
was plastered halfway up with glass-smooth dung.
Light-lashed, self-righteous, above moving snouts,
the pigs' eyes followed him, a cheerful stare--
even to the sow that always ate her young--
till, sickening, he leaned to scratch her head.
But sometimes mornings after drinking bouts
(he hid the pints behind the two-by-fours),
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We had so many days without the sun
by Aldo Kraas
We had
So many days
With out the sun
That rain
On and off
It was horrible
Because the sky was
Always grey
I didn't go out
During the rainy days
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Silver and Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Johnny MacAlister was six-years-old, young enough still for wishes,
Baby sister, Rosie, was all of three, all giggling and adorable kisses.
With fond, indulgent parents, the family was content in their home,
In a town, sleepy in sunlit day, where a scarlet cock used his comb.
Johnny played with Rosie every day. He loved to get her laughing;
As if a gaudy parade of jesters and clowns, chanced to be passing!
Forget-me-not days brought fast friends, in fruitful times of flowers,
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The sun be buds
by Gideon Okari
The ray that hope giveth
From east blooms
It’s buds slow to unfold
Us giving the morning beau
Within it a somber breeze
Tis another morn
A blooming sun we see
A flower we behold
From birth to death
A day we See
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Violet Sundance
by Kirsten Sanders
Amid the vestiges of indigo nocturne,
The sky reverberates with anticipation.
The gradual rhythm of light
Breathes order and motion
Under the receding cloak
Of the once reigning night.
A solar sliver slips:
Belly to the horizon,
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Our Day on the Water
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
The sun is hot
The birds all flock
The boats convene
Revelers serene
The drinks are cool
They make you drool
The wind blows soft
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Robert Louis Stevenson (42 poems about Sun)
November 13, 1850 / Edinburgh, Scotland - December 3, 1894 / Vailima, Samoa -
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