Compilation of Poems Essay Sample
( by David Diop )
Africa. my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in hereditary Savannah
Africa of whom my grandma sings
On the Bankss of the distant river
I have ne’er known you
But your blood flows in my venas
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the Fieldss
The blood of your perspiration
The perspiration of your work
The work of your bondage
Africa. state me Africa
Is this you. this dorsum that is dead set
This back that interruption
Under the weight of humiliation
This back trembling with ruddy cicatrixs
And stating yes to the whip under the noon Sun
But a sedate voice replies me
Hotheaded kid that tree. immature and strong
That tree over at that place
Excellently entirely amidst white and bleached flowers
That is your Africa jumping up afresh
Jumping up patiently. stubbornly
Whose fruit spot by spot acquires
The acrimonious gustatory sensation of autonomy.
by Edward Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town.
We people on the paving looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to coronate.
Clean favored. and imperially slender.
And he was ever softly arrayed.
And he was ever human when he talked ;
But still he fluttered pulsations when he said.
‘Good-morning. ’ and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich – yes. richer than a male monarch –
And laudably schooled in every grace:
In all right. we thought that he was everything
To do us wish that we were in his topographic point.
So on we worked. and waited for the visible radiation.
And went without the meat. and cursed the staff of life ;
And Richard Cory. one composure summer dark.
Went place and put a slug through his caput.
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the dark that covers me.
Black as the Pit from pole to punt.
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable psyche.
In the fell clasp of circumstance
I have non winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of opportunity
My caput is bloody. but unbowed.
Beyond this topographic point of wrath and cryings
Looms but the Horror of the shadiness.
And yet the threat of the old ages
Discoveries. and shall happen. me fearless.
It matters non how strait the gate.
How charged with penalties the coil.
I am the maestro of my destiny:
I am the captain of my psyche.
The Lord Is My Shepherd
Psalm 23 1-6
The Lord is my shepherd ; I shall non desire.
He makes me lie down in green grazing lands.
He leads me beside still Waterss
He restores my psyche.
He leads me in waies of righteousness
For his name’s interest.
Even though I walk through the vale of the shadow of decease I will fear no immorality.
For you are with me ;
Your rod and your staff.
They comfort me.
You prepare a tabular array before me
In the presence of my enemies ;
You anoint my caput with oil ;
My cup floods.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the yearss of my life.
And I shall brood in the house of the Lord
by William Shakespeare
Let me non to the matrimony of true heads
Admit hindrances. Love is non love
Which alters when it change finds.
Or decompression sicknesss with the remover to take:
O no! it is an ever-fixed grade
That looks on storms and is ne’er shaken ;
It is the star to every roving bark.
Whose worth’s unknown. although his tallness be taken.
Love’s non Time’s sap. though rose-colored lips and cheeks
Within his flexing sickle’s compass semen:
Love alters non with his brief hours and hebdomads.
But bears it out even to the border of day of reckoning.
If this be mistake and upon me proved.
I ne’er writ. nor no adult male of all time loved