Nehaveigur

Category: Poetry

  • The Funny Side of Cancer

    He – literally – dove into danger to study life’s mysteries, from the depths of the sea to the edge of the stars. His mind…

  • Playing With the Sun As With a Little Brook

    Girl lithe and tawny, the sun forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes…

  • Where the Mountains are Nameless

    There’s a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And…

  • Give Me My Task and Let Me Do It Right

    Oh Death, where is thy sting? Oh Grave, where is thy victory? Oh Life, you are a shining path And hope springs eternal Just over…

  • Star Bowl Spinning Overhead

    Writing by starlight Can’t see the words Fill a page Nothing there Waterfall distant sound Tree against stars Milky Way Juniper Jupiter white rock Wind…

  • All That Is Earth Has Once Been Sky

    Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, the contours of the stone.…

  • Open Day and Night

    O goddess-born of great Anchises’ line, The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to…

  • Everybody Sees That I Am Old But You

    Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff…

  • When Adventure’s Lost its Meaning

    In the quiet misty morning When the moon has gone to bed When the sparrows stop their singing And the sky is clear and red…

  • Drinking With a Little Bird

    This is a poem by Austrian actor Kurt Sowinetz. You can watch him recite it here but I as far as I know, it hasn’t…

  • What Stirs the Life in You?

    The Garden’s scent is a messenger, arriving again and again, inviting us in. Hidden exchanges, hidden cycles stir life underground. What stirs the life in…

  • Smooth Between Sea and Land

    Here, on the level sand, Between the sea and land, What shall I build or write Against the fall of night? Tell me of runes…

  • Fred?

    From out of the cold Caribbean Into the Desert Libyan There crawled a strange amphibian, And we shall call him “Fred”! You say you want…

  • Sick

    “I cannot go to school today!” Said little Peggy Ann McKay “I have the measles and the mumps A gash, a rash, and purple bumps…

  • Santa and the Reindeer

    “This is the hour,” said Santa Claus, “The bell rings merrily.” Then on his back he slung his pack, And into his sleigh climbed he.…

  • Point of View

    Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and thankless Christmas dinner’s dark and blue When you stop and try to see it From the turkey’s point of view. Sunday…

  • Skin Stealer

    This evening I unzipped my skin And carefully unscrewed my head, Exactly as I always do When I prepare myself for bed. And while I…

  • Shel Silverstein

    Writing for both young kids and for Playboy, Shel Silverstein has one of the most interesting biographies I’ve come across. He also wrote the Johnny…

  • The Night is Darkening Round Me

    The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant…

  • Tree House

    A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A…

  • This is Just to Say

    I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet…

  • Early Bird

    Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early early…

  • Never Kissed At All

    Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost…

  • Wild Nights!

    Wild nights – Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a Heart in port…

  • If He Worried He Hid It

    Somebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say…

  • In Praise of Mystery

    In a few days, the Europa Clipper spacecraft is going to launch towards Jupiter. After a journey of six years, it will arrive at Jupiter’s…

  • The Malady of the Quotidian

    The time of year has grown indifferent. Mildew of summer and the deepening snow Are both alike in the routine I know. I am too…

  • Lose No More Time In Sighing

    Gather ye roses while ye may, Old time is still a-flying; A world where beauty fleets away Is no world for denying. Come lads and…

  • Imperially Slim

    Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and…

  • I Thank Whatever Gods May Be

    Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.…

  • There Is No Magic Any More

    There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you. You were the…

  • Love Is Not All

    Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men…

  • Oh I Am Sick of Brick and Stone

    A wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels, I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels; I hunger for…

  • Fog

    The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. Carl Sandburg: Fog

  • Content to See, Glad to Remember

    He hears with gladdened heart the thunder Peal, and loves the falling dew; He knows the earth above and under – Sits and is content…

  • Look, and Despair!

    I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the…

  • The Silent Men Who Do Things

    Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on, Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big mountains heaved to heaven, which…

  • More Than Music

    Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now that I am without you,…

  • Nothing Gold Can Stay

    Nature’s first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf’s a flower But only holds an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf…

  • The Earth Used to be God’s Body

    One of the scenes in All That is Sacred, a short film about the artists and writers who got their start in 1970s Key West,…

  • Beloved Dust

    And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead, This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This…

  • Rage Against the Dying of the Light

    Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the…

  • Lovely in Her Bones

    I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more…

  • Make Bright the Arrows

    Make bright the arrows Gather the shields: Conquest narrows The peaceful fields. Stock well the quiver With arrows bright: The bowman feared Need never fight.…

  • One Who Would Resign Gladly His Lot

    Man alive, that mournst thy lot, Desiring what thou hast not got, Money, beauty, love, what not; Deeming it blesseder to be A rotted man,…

  • Fire and Ice

    Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.…

  • Peace Comes Dropping Slow

    I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows I will…

  • Ten Thousand Years From Now

    Brother, that breathe the August air Ten thousand years from now, And smell – if still your orchards bear Tart apples on the bough -…

  • To See The Land I Love

    Now as the train bears west, Its rhythm rocks the earth, And from my Pullman berth I stare into the night While others take their…

  • The Woods are Lovely, Dark, and Deep

    Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his…

  • There Exists No Loom

    Upon this age, that never speaks its mind, This furtive age, this age endowed with power To wake the moon with footsteps, fit an oar…

  • Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad

    Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly fisher’s wrist Turn to a drunken journalist;…

  • They Do Not Sweat or Whine or Weep

    I think I could turn and live with animals,They are so placid and self-contain’d, I stand and look at them long and long. They do…

  • Gagarin

    Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang and when he emerged from that one hundred eight minutes…

  • A Harder Thing Than Triumph

    Now all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honor bred, with one…

  • Our Fathers Also

    Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, Are changing ‘neath our hand. Our fathers also see these things But they do not understand. All Profit, all Device,…

  • Love and Friendship

    Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree – The holly is dark when the rose-briar  blooms But which will bloom most constantly?…

  • Hope and History

    History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave. But then once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up,…

  • All the Magic

    Sandra’s seen a leprechaun, Eddie touched a troll Laurie danced with witches once, Charlie found some goblins’ gold. Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied…

  • The Purpose of Poetry

    Poetry is not conceptual thought … poetry, even if it’s about big issues, is always about a particular case. And so, a poet uses words…

  • A Tall Ship

    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a…

  • Devouring Time

    Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,…

  • Not Man the Less, but Nature More

    There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep…

  • A Microscopic Topic

    I am a paramecium That cannot do a simple sum And it’s a rather well known fact I’m quite unable to subtract If I’d an…

  • Central Limit Theorem

    Plato, despair! We prove by norms How numbers bear Empiric forms, How random wrong Will average right If time be long And error slight; But…

  • Exploration

    We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for…

  • Placebo

    No can do. I am doctor not of medicine, but Latinity. I am the future, singular, indicative. The first person. What do you take me…

  • Early Bird

    Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early early…

  • Nature’s Infinite Book of Secrecy

    In nature’s infinite book of secrecy A little I can read. William Shakespeare

  • The Battle of the Bulge

    To hell with you, ignoble paunch, abhorrent in my sight! I gaze at your rotundity, and savage is my frown. I’ll rub you and I’ll…

  • The Witch

    Toil and grow rich,What’s that but to lieWith a foul witchAnd after, drained dry,To be broughtTo the chamber whereLies one long soughtWith despair?William Butler Yeats:…

  • Revenge is Sour

    The whole idea of revenge and punishment is a childish daydream. Properly speaking, there is no such thing as revenge. Revenge is an act which…

  • The Thing With Feathers

    “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops – at all And…

  • The First Snowfall

    The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every…

  • Three Nights Song

    He waits to happen with the clearreality of what he thinks about-to be a child who wakes beautifully,a man always in the state of wakingto…

  • Tree House

    A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A…

  • The Alphabet of American Animals

    The armadillo, the armadillo has armor above but not below The bear, the bear has a lot of hair everywhere The coyote, the coyote can…

  • Acquainted With the Night

    I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city…