Best Swimming Poems

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
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Among the market greens,
a bullet
from the ocean
depths,
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Consider
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,
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In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates:
Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes,
Van Gogh stares out of a halo of swirling darkness,
Rembrant looks relieved as if he were taking a breather
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he lives in a house with a swimming pool
and says the job is
killing him.
he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem to
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The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud--and hark, again ! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
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A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
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A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.
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Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
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If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
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I saw you twice the other day
Stirring passion anew
It's easy saying just move on
Less easier to do
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Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty's murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhile
And on my pathway stood
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two smiles meet towards
the child-wheel of my zeal
the bloody baggage of creatures
made flesh in physical legends-lives
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Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms ;
And I fear, I fear, My Master dear !
We shall have a deadly storm.
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Kung walked
by the dynastic temple
and into the cedar grove,
and then out by the lower river,
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Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
trying to recite `The boy stood on
the burning deck.' Love's the son
stood stammering elocution
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Music is silenced, the dark descending slowly
Has stripped unending skies of all companions.
Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked horizons
Dumbly ring the bells of hugely gathering fears.
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Bereft of soul
My body shall be bare.
Bereft of body
My soul shall be bare.
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Sitting on the sands of the Bay, a small sea
Gigantic waves throw themselves on the sands, I see;
Methinks a true fact the sea never knows, is
How horribly, hungrily and thirstily it roars!
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This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels,
flying high as they want and as far as they want sidewise
in tiers and tiers of immaculate reflections;
the whole region, from the highest heron
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All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.
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I SING the Body electric;
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
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Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,
On the shining Big-Sea-Water,
With his fishing-line of cedar,
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Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
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A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand
over the demon's mouth sometimes...- D. H. Lawrence

I mentioned my demon to a friend
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Kung walked
by the dynastic temple
and into the cedar grove,
and then out by the lower river,
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Surely I will be disquieted
by the hospital, that body zone-
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One day, I want to melt all gold on earth
And make a wonderful key with it all
This special key of incredible worth
Will be fit to unlock your heart and soul
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Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies
All night across the darkness, and at dawn
Falls on the threshold of her native land,
And can no more, thou camest, O my child,
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Everything is fair in love and war,
Prove your intelligence and excellence at par,
Even if no means to ride in car,
Entertain friends in shopping and visits to bar,
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I
This is a schoolyard
crowded
with children
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On the fair green hills of Rio
There grows a fearful stain:
The poor who come to Rio
And can't go home again.
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"Oh, dear, with the just unfolded tender leaflets of Mango trees as his incisive arrows, and with shining strings of honeybees as his bowstring, the assailant named Vasanta came very nigh, to afflict the hearts of those that are fully engaged in affairs of lovemaking...

"Oh, dear, in Vasanta, Spring, trees are with flowers and waters are with lotuses, hence the breezes are agreeably fragrant with the fragrance of those flowers, thereby the eventides are comfortable and even the daytimes are pleasant with those fragrant breezes, thereby the women are with concupiscence, thus everything is highly pleasing...
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Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face
to face.
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Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!
O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;
Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the flood
Of stifling numbers ebbs from my full breast.
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All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
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Many may swear and say love is blind
Many ways and means to find
Not even blanket ban can hide
Not a simple matter with friends to confide
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If you were fifty feet tall, you would not go to school
the grand oceans would be your swimming pool
the hide of an elephant would be your meat
and would only take a few seconds to eat
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Wet heat drifts through the afternoon
like a campus dog, a fraternity ghost
waiting to stay home from football games.
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How nice to swim in sea, river, lake and pond!
Floating body, pressing water, moving forward
How nice to enjoy spattering, splashing sound!
Gesturing body, flapping wing, clapping hand,
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Our nature is an unmatched art gallery
Items are in the best form held in vast territory
Arranged level by level, stage by stage in whole periphery,
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There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,
Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine,
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Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
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The water in the pond drying
For it turned into vapors.
In a few days
No water will be there.
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AMERICA always!
Always our own feuillage!
Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of
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MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell
And may a lesser bell sound through the room;
And it is All Souls' Night,
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I
When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element
and smelt it like water,
Life is become less lovely, the net nearer than the skin, a
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A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney.

Dedicated To the most beautifull and vertuous Ladie, the Countesse of Essex.
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Giving or not giving voice to the heretical words...

Understanding that true love is scarification.....
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When the swans turned my sister into a swan
I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:
The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan,
A swan's red beak; and the beak would open
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O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
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HE was a Grecian lad, who coming home
With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily
Stood at his galley's prow, and let the foam
Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously,
And holding wave and wind in boy's despite
Peered from his dripping seat across the wet and stormy night
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Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
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SINGING my days,
Singing the great achievements of the present,
Singing the strong, light works of engineers,
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Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure
Of a hero who tackled the sea,
A super-man swimming the ocean,
Then hark to the tale of Joe Lee.
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I dive myself deep in life
How bottomless it is!
At the center I find Creator
Feeding every being from there
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Dawn--
fish the cormorants haven't caught
swimming in the shallows.
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Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair;
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A wise man
Adapts to situations
Agile, like the aquatic sea bird,
Always swimming, diving,
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Another day
Another disappointment
Haplessly dethroned
Helplessly ignored
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You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
Not for greater skill in hunting,
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PROLOGUE

There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
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There is a bird in the poplars!
It is the sun!
The leaves are little yellow fish
swimming in the river.
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FROM pent-up, aching rivers;
From that of myself, without which I were nothing;
From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole
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Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went,
Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day;
But since his horn-tipped bow but seldom bent,
Now at the noontide nought had happed to slay,
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When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,
I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows and the like;
And oh, the bitter sadness with which my soul was fraught
When I rambled home at nightfall with the puny string I'd caught!
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One misty evening, one another's guide,
We two were groping down a Malvern side
The last wet fields and dripping hedges home.
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She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Many
an evening she had watched the moon made dizzy by the shaking of
bamboo leaves, and on many a rainy day the smell of the wet earth
had come to her over the young shoots of rice.
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Let me be at the place of the castle.
Let the castle be within me.
Let it rise foursquare from the moat's ring.
Let the moat's waters reflect green plumage of ducks, let
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It is late at night, cold and damp
The air is filled with tobacco smoke.
My brain is worried and tired.
I pick up the encyclopedia,
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(*when a young girl ventures out for her
first class in swimming she should briefed
on consequence of body baring as well
as likely presence of paedophiles) .
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to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U,
whose head was cut off in Shanghai

A CLAIM
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Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright,
Both current and ripple are dancing in light.
We have roused the night raven, I heard him croak
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Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair,
Swimming in the pure quiet air!
Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below
Thy shadow o'er the vale moves slow;
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Fishes serene
Comfortable.....swim
Free these creatures
Swimming wild?
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NOW shone the morning star in bright array,
To vanquish night, and usher in the day:
The wind veers southward, and moist clouds arise,
That blot with shades the blue meridian skies.
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LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
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Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm;
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands;
Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf
In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher
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From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
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A woman
who loves a woman
is forever young.
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Man moves with the wind assisting his respiration
hope moves man in finding his way and direction;
love keeps forgetting its existence and action
truth keeps circling the heart for its perception;
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He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
climbed through, slid under those long banks of
foam--
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She tried to warn me
right from the start,
she said she had a friend
that had stolen her heart,
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WHEN now Agenor had his daughter lost,
He sent his son to search on ev'ry coast;
And sternly bid him to his arms restore
The darling maid, or see his face no more,
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In quietness of the air
Somewhere my soul immersed within
Flowing freely touching atmosphere
Flying over the sky, low to high
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I'll tell you an old-fashioned story
That Grandfather used to relate,
Of a joiner and building contractor;
'Is name, it were Sam Oglethwaite.
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WHILE Perseus entertain'd with this report
His father Cepheus, and the list'ning court,
Within the palace walls was heard aloud
The roaring noise of some unruly crowd;
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Memorial day for the war dead. Add now
the grief of all your losses to their grief,
even of a woman that has left you. Mix
sorrow with sorrow, like time-saving history,
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Tears reflection

Moving sand, on them, I stand
Deserted In driest self esteem
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What is in common
between
a Penguin and a Poet?
You may guess
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Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.


Long wintry months are past; the Moon that now
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Hey when I was a lad in fishing town an old man said to me
You can spend your life your jolly life just sailing on the sea
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Mine is a wayward lay;
And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string,
Proveth a truant thing,
Whenso some names I love, send it away!
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I pray for love
We are all bathing in it
We just have to open our hearts,
to open our minds
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Indeed I still struggle
Swimming upstream with might
Never giving up on what I care for
Because a strong woman, I am
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Morning in the Marina
a breeze hugs me
with all the freshness
of all the seven seas;
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I

He would drink by himself
And raise a weathered thumb
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I dream of rainbows, Bright in the sky,
I dream of lightning, together we cry,

I dream of flowers, I feel such delight,
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