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Youth
A YOUNG Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.
Poems on the topic: strife
Poems on the topic “strife” on Poets.by.
Unity
As eons of incalculable strife
Are in the vision of one moment caught,
So are the common, concrete things of life
Divinely shadowed on the walls of Thought.
Courage
O lonely heart so timid of approach,
Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips
To the faint touch of tender finger tips:
What is your word? What question would you broach?
Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind
To mask the meaning of your dreamy tale,
Your guarded life too exquisitely frail
Against the daggers of my warring mind.
There is no part of the unyielding earth,
Even bare rocks where the eagles build their nest,
Will give us undisturbed and friendly rest.
No dewfall softens this vast belt of dearth.
But in the socket-chiseled teeth of strife,
That gleam in serried files in all the lands,
We may join hungry, understanding hands,
And drink our share of ardent love and life.
To a Young Boy
Poor son of strife —
Child of inequality and growth —
You will never learn; you have only to live.
You will never know the peace of order,
Routine will crush you.
Safe toil has always thought of time,
But you will work in utter concentration.
Fierce as fire.
You will find no steady excellence:
You will spend your life in a ditch, grubbing for grains of gold.
Remember, my dear son,
That gold is gold.
You will find no steady virtue:
You will live sometimes with holy ecstasy, sometimes with shoddy sin.
You will keep no constant faith,
But with an agony of faithful longing you will hate a lie.
Question
If I live all my days by routine,
Keeping days ordered and ways clean,
Will there be room for Love in my life?
Love who is born in storm, and lives in strife.
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