Photo Poems

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Spring:

A hill without a name

Veiled in morning mist

- Matsuo Bashō, Four Haiku

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

The man by the train

Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

And Immortality.

- Emily Dickinson, Because I Could Not Stop for Death

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Temple bells die out.

The fragrant blossoms remain.

A perfect evening!

- Matsuo Bashō, Temple Bells Die Out

Evermore

Watch birth and death:

The lotus has already

Opened its flower.

- Natsume Sōseki, Watch Birth and Death

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The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

- Carl Sandburg, Fog

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,  

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless  

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run

- John Keats, To Autumn

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He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

- Alfred Tennyson, The Eagle

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There is another sky,

Ever serene and fair,

And there is another sunshine,

Though it be darkness there

- Emily Dickinson, There is Another Sky

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The lamp once out

Cool stars enter

The window frame.

- Natsume Sōseki, The Lamp Once Out

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My Sorrow, when she's here with me,

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain

Are beautiful as days can be;

She loves the bare, the withered tree;

She walks the sodden pasture lane.

- Robert Frost, My November Guest

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All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

- Henry Scott-Holland, Death Is Nothing at All

Stranded

All natural things both live and move

In natural peace that is their own;

Only in our disordered life

Almost is she unknown.

- Bessie Rayner Parkes, Peace