Poems I Wish I'd Written


Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull
Lord Byron, 1808


Start not - nor deem my spirit fled; 
In me behold the only skull 
From which, unlike a living head, 
Whatever flows is never dull. 

I lived, I loved, I quaffed, like thee: 
I died:  let earth my bones resign; 
Fill up - thou canst not injure me; 
The worm hath fouler lips than thine. 

Better to hold the sparkling grape, 
Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood; 
And circle in the goblet's shape 
The drink of gods, than reptile's food. 

Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, 
In aid of others' let me shine; 
And when, alas!  our brains are gone, 
What nobler substitute than wine? 

Quaff while thou canst: another race, 
When thou and thine, like me, are sped, 
May rescue thee from earth's embrace, 
And rhyme and revel with the dead. 

Why not?  since through life's little day 
Our heads such sad effects produce; 
Redeemed from worms and wasting clay, 
This chance is theirs, to be of use. 


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The More Loving One 
W. H. Auden


Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.


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Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost 


Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. 


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406 
Emily Dickinson 


Some - Work for Immortality - 
The Chiefer part, for Time - 
He - Compensates - immediately - 
The former - Checks - on Fame - 

Slow Gold - but Everlasting - 
The Bullion of Today - 
Contrasted with the Currency 
Of Immortality - 

A Beggar - Here and There - 
Is gifted to discern 
Beyone the Broker's insight - 
One's - Money - One's - the Mine - 


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Tomorrow Wendy
Andy Prieboy

It is complete now
two ends of time are neatly tied
a one-way street
she's walkin to the end of the line
and there she meets
the faces she keeps in her heart and mind

they say goodbye
tomorrow, wendy, you're going to die

underneath
the chilly grey november sky
we can make-believe
that kennedy is still alive
we're shooting for the moon
and smiling, jackie's driving by

they say good try
tomorrow, wendy is going to die

i told the priest
don't count on any second coming
god got his ass kicked
the first time he came down here slumming
he had the balls to come
the gall to die and then forgive us
no, i don't wonder why
i wonder what he thought it would get us

hey, hey, goodbye
tomorrow, wendy is going to die

only god says jump
so i set the time
cause if he ever saw it
it was through these eyes of mine
and if he ever suffered
it was me who did his crying

hey, hey, goodbye
tomorrow, wendy is going to die

 

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