Poemas sobre el tema: absence

Poemas sobre el tema «absence» en Poets.by.

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Frances Cornford

E.W.D.

The sudden knowledge that you are not there, That I live on alone, Seems still too vast and desolate to bear, My dear, my own. The merciful slow years, that rend and rob, But yet restore again, Are shattered suddenly by one great throb Of the old pain.
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ContemplativoDave Bonta

Heretic

the sages in my head trouble me and my books are ice evening brought an absence as old as a horse in the rain
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Breadwinner

my absence at dinner after dinner ate me up work is an ogre
TristeDave Bonta

Missing

I walk up and down and miss everything that passes: love and water and her troubled mind. The treaties which made me laugh.
TristeDave Bonta

Missing

Where is my absence? My house is virginal; I could not stay with myself. Cold water went home to ice and wind to a rose bed.
TristeDave Bonta

Absent

No thinking or cake, trouble or work in my absence. No father or son. A dead body, I hear, is not much.
ContemplativoDave Bonta

Open Sea

A sitting day at the sea, that sudden country. The business of sea is absence, home to prayers.
TristeDave Bonta

Treatment

I put away my head, friend to this arson— for I am ill— and walk to see how things are in his absence.
TristeDave Bonta

Old drunk

Lit again. If my absence were with her I could carry my age.
SoñadorDave Bonta

Quest

I long to go to several places and be still. How rich, on another shore, to come to the same white ringing— like a cheap joy or tallow for the king of absence.
ContemplativoDave Bonta

Vessels

The perfect pits in the snow around the lowbush blueberry stems awaken in me the old urge to collect—a museum of pots and bronzes, and in the plaza, a fountain that accommodates every coin-sized absence…