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When spring, to woods and wastes around, Brought bloom and joy again, The murdered traveller's bones were found, Far down a narrow glen. The fragrant birch, above him, hung Her tassels in the sky; And many a vernal blossom sprung, And nodded careless by. The red-bird warbled, as he wrought His hanging nest o'erhead, And fearless, near the fatal spot, Her young the partridge led. But there was weeping far away, And gentle eyes, for him, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim. They little knew, who loved him so, The fearful death he met, When shouting o'er the desert snow, Unarmed, and hard beset;-- Nor how, when round the frosty pole The northern dawn was red, The mountain wolf and wild-cat stole To banquet on the dead;-- Nor how, when strangers found his bones, They dressed the hasty bier, And marked his grave with nameless stones, Unmoistened by a tear. But long they looked, and feared, and wept, Within his distant home; And dreamed, and started as they slept, For joy that he was come. Long, long they looked--but never spied His welcome step again, Nor knew the fearful death he died Far down that narrow glen.

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William Cullen Bryant

The Murdered Traveller

When spring, to woods and wastes around, Brought bloom and joy again, The murdered traveller's bones were found, Far down a narrow glen. The fragrant birch, above him, hung Her tassels in the sky; And many a vernal blossom sprung, And nodded careless by. The red-bird warbled, as he wrought His hanging nest o'erhead, And fearless, near the fatal spot, Her young the partridge led. But there was weeping far away, And gentle eyes, for him, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim. They little knew, who loved him so, The fearful death he met, When shouting o'er the desert snow, Unarmed, and hard beset;-- Nor how, when round the frosty pole The northern dawn was red, The mountain wolf and wild-cat stole To banquet on the dead;-- Nor how, when strangers found his bones, They dressed the hasty bier, And marked his grave with nameless stones, Unmoistened by a tear. But long they looked, and feared, and wept, Within his distant home; And dreamed, and started as they slept, For joy that he was come. Long, long they looked--but never spied His welcome step again, Nor knew the fearful death he died Far down that narrow glen.

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Gasp! I stutter! Chest rising, air-hungry... Again, I sputter! Efforts to resuscitate My grappling form Are all falling in vain What is this storm? Hands reaching out With a desperate yearn for something I lost, while I was busy Extracting, gaining, bargaining. Parched throat Unmoistened by water Tremulous heart Beating feebler, faster. No antidote works, No therapies suffice, Oxygen flows through, Still I'm devoid of life. The world dejectedly shakes its head Everything known to man Has been done. But twists of fate, who can understand? 'Cause in a magical instant, The Hand divine Rests on my ebbing existence One more time. Once again dysrhythmic heart beats Start dancing in orderly unison. Breaths start entering-exiting In perfect, beautiful, natural fashion. In goes life, The reason for my being, In goes truth, All knowledge, all meaning. And finally, after the Evil, cidal, unending eternity, Out comes a deep, long, fulfilling Exhalation of Poetry. Now, alive, I truly am.

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Jul 22, 2013

Jul 22, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC

ghazal-tansir

Breathe Poetry

Gasp! I stutter! Chest rising, air-hungry... Again, I sputter! Efforts to resuscitate My grappling form Are all falling in vain What is this storm? Hands reaching out With a desperate yearn for something I lost, while I was busy Extracting, gaining, bargaining. Parched throat Unmoistened by water Tremulous heart Beating feebler, faster. No antidote works, No therapies suffice, Oxygen flows through, Still I'm devoid of life. The world dejectedly shakes its head Everything known to man Has been done. But twists of fate, who can understand? 'Cause in a magical instant, The Hand divine Rests on my ebbing existence One more time. Once again dysrhythmic heart beats Start dancing in orderly unison. Breaths start entering-exiting In perfect, beautiful, natural fashion. In goes life, The reason for my being, In goes truth, All knowledge, all meaning. And finally, after the Evil, cidal, unending eternity, Out comes a deep, long, fulfilling Exhalation of Poetry. Now, alive, I truly am.

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Aging a progressive and earthy condition Beginning at the top of our life Genesis of a lonely crusade Aging...bone degeneration Tired eyes Lack of elasticity and tone Drying Wrinkles Dark spots Aging… origin of a journal Ending with a final destination Devolution of human existence Declined memory Decadency of cognitive knowledge Agony of Aphrodite Collapse of Eros Unmoistened Venus Aging as evident as irreversible Irremediable condition Impossible battle

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC

ileana-maria-ponce-gonzalez

Aging

Aging a progressive and earthy condition Beginning at the top of our life Genesis of a lonely crusade Aging...bone degeneration Tired eyes Lack of elasticity and tone Drying Wrinkles Dark spots Aging… origin of a journal Ending with a final destination Devolution of human existence Declined memory Decadency of cognitive knowledge Agony of Aphrodite Collapse of Eros Unmoistened Venus Aging as evident as irreversible Irremediable condition Impossible battle

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