Uncertain Certainties

In memorim ,Go sleep I give my powers away To sleep I give my powers away, My will is bondsman to the dark; I sit within a hemless bark, And my heart l muse and say, O heart,how fares it with thee now, That I thou should fail from the desire, Who scarcely derest to imagine, What makes he beat so low, Something it is which thou houst lost, Some pleasure from thine early gelrs, Break thou deep vase of chilling leys That grief hath shaken into frost, Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darkened eyes. with morning wakes the will,and cries thou shalth, not be the fall of loss.  -Tennyson

Break,break,break On thy cold gray stones,O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter Tha thoughs that arise in me. O,well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O,well for the sailor lad, That he sings in  his boat on the boy! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of vanish hand, And the sound of a voice that is still; Break,break,break At the foot of thy crags,O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is  dead Will never come back to me. -Tennyson

Beautiful city Beautiful city,the centre and crater of European confusion, O you with your passsionate shriek for the rights of an equal humanity, How often your Re-evolution has proven but E -volution Roll^€™d again back on itself in the tides of civic insanity! -Tennyson

Come not when I am dead Come not,when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou woudst not save. There let the wind sweep and plover cry; But thou,go by Child,if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer,being all unblest; Wed whom thou will,but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on,weak heart,and leave to where I lie: Go by,go by. -Tennyson

Ask me no more Ask me no more:the moon may draw the sea; The clouds may stoop from heaven and take the shape, with fold to fold,of mountain or,of cape; But O too fold,when have I answer'd thee? Ask me no more, Ask me no more:what answe should I give? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye, Yet O my friend,I will not have thee die! Ask me no more;legt I should bid thee live; Ask me no more. Ask me no more;thy fate and mine are seal'd: I strove against the stream and all in vain; Let the great river take me to the main: No more,dear love,for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.  -Tennyson

A Farewell Flow down,cold rivulet,to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow,by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: No where by thee my steps shall be for ever and for ever. But here will sigh thine alder tree And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever. A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. -Tennyson

Introduction to poetry I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide Or press an ear against its hive I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out Or walk inside a poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is to tie the poem to a chair with  rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means. -Billy Collins

Flames Smokey the Bear heads Into the autum woods with a red can of gasoline and a match of wooden matches His ranger's is cooked at a disturbing angle His brown fur gleams under the high sun as his paws,the size of catcher's mitts, crackle  into the distance. He is sick of dispersing warnings to the careless, the half-wit camper, the dumbell hiker.  He is going to show them how a professional does it. -Billy Collins

The Art of drowing This is a synopsis regarding time and its lack of patience .At first glance,you would say that the main idea is the act of drowning but it is not.The true protagonist is time;which is clearly stated in the tittle "The Art of Drowning".It is simple enough to say that we have envision how it  would  seem when your going through this situation due to its straight forward image conveyed.In this whole orchestrated escaped of images such as water, a fish,and cinematic/picturesque nations achieve to emphasize the them e of the poem.Collins simply states that time is waisting away and we do not realize  until  an event such as a near-death experience occurs.This is an eye opening realization on how precious life and how easily it can be taking away; which leads us to value every little second of a day.

Classical poems by Afred Lord Tennyson A Farewell After-Thought All Things will die Ask me no more Come not when I am dead Claribel:A melody By an Evolutionist Beautifull city Break,Break,Break Tears,idle Tears Contemporary poems by Billy Collins Flames Introduction of poetry The Art of Drowing Today I Ask you Forgetfullness