A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
I have run where festival was loud
With drum and brass among the crowd
Of panic revellers, whose cries
Affront the quiet of the skies;
Whose dancing lights contract the deep
Infinity of night and sleep
To a narrow turmoil of troubled fire.
And I have found my heart’s desire
In beechen caverns that autumn fills
With the blue shadowiness of distant hills;
Whose luminous grey pillars bear
The stooping sky: calm is the air,
Nor any sound is heard to mar
That crystal silence–as from far,
Far off a man may see
The busy world all utterly
Hushed as an old memorial scene.
Long evenings I have sat and been
Strangely content, while in my hands
I held a wealth of coloured strands,
Shimmering plaits of silk and skeins
Of soft bright wool. Each colour drains
New life at the lamp’s round pool of gold;
Each sinks again when I withhold
The quickening radiance, to a wan
And shadowy oblivion
Of what it was. And in my mind
Beauty or sudden love has shined
And wakened colour in what was dead
And turned to gold the sullen lead
Of mean desires and everyday’s
Poor thoughts and customary ways.
Sometimes in lands where mountains throw
Their silent spell on all below,
Drawing a magic circle wide
About their feet on every side,
Robbed of all speech and thought and act,
I have seen God in the cataract.
In falling water and in flame,
Never at rest, yet still the same,
God shows himself. And I have known
The swift fire frozen into stone,
And water frozen changelessly
Into the death of gems. And I
Long sitting by the thunderous mill
Have seen the headlong wheel made still,
And in the silence that ensued
Have known the endless solitude
Of being dead and utterly nought.
Inhabitant of mine own thought,
I look abroad, and all I see
Is my creation, made for me:
Along my thread of life are pearled
The moments that make up the world.

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 - Vision poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
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 - Aliter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
 - In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-night the winds begin to rise poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
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 - Senses by Rabindranath Tagore
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 - Владимир Маяковский – Нападали белогвардейцы на Донецкий бассейн… (РОСТА №611)
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Poems in English
- Владимир Маяковский – Гимназист или строитель
 - Владимир Маяковский – Гимн взятке
 - Владимир Маяковский – Гимн судье
 - Владимир Маяковский – Гимн обеду
 - Владимир Маяковский – Гевлок Вильсон
 - Владимир Маяковский – Если белогвардейщину не добьем совсем… (РОСТА №148)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Еще Петербург
 - Владимир Маяковский – Электричество – вид энергии
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй, уралец! Без помощи твоего рудника не победить разруху никак (Агитплакаты)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищи, за труд!.. (Главполитпросвет №146)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищи! От сбора продналога… (Главполитпросвет №284)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищ! Поищи дома (Главполитпросвет №95)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищ! Если ты пришел на Сухаревку… (РОСТА №262)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй, шахтер! В опасности трудовая республика твоя! (Агитплакаты)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй, онанисты, кричите «Ура!»
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй! крестьянин, помни ты… (Главполитпросвет №43)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй, граждане, берегите воду!.. (Главполитпросвет №249)
 - Владимир Маяковский – Эй
 - Владимир Маяковский – Дядя ЭМЭСПЭО
 - Владимир Маяковский – Две культуры
 
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Alcaeus of Mytilene ( c. 625/620 – c. 580 Before Christ) ] was a lyric poet from the Greek island of Lesbos who is credited with inventing the Alcaic stanza. He was included in the canonical list of nine lyric poets by the scholars of Hellenistic Alexandria.