I said I will find what is lowly
 and put the roots of my identity
 down there:
 each day I’ll wake up
 and find the lowly nearby,
 a handy focus and reminder,
 a ready measure of my significance,
 the voice by which I would be heard,
 the wills, the kinds of selfishness
 I could
 freely adopt as my own:
but though I have looked everywhere,
 I can find nothing
 to give myself to:
 everything is
magnificent with existence, is in
 surfeit of glory:
 nothing is diminished,
 nothing has been diminished for me:
I said what is more lowly than the grass:
 ah, underneath,
 a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss:
 I looked at it closely
 and said this can be my habitat: but
 nestling in I
 found
 below the brown exterior
 green mechanisms beyond the intellect
 awaiting resurrection in rain: so I got up
and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:
 I found a beggar:
 he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying
 him any attention: everybody went on by:
 I nestled in and found his life:
 there, love shook his body like a devastation:
 I said
 though I have looked everywhere
 I can find nothing lowly
 in the universe:
I whirled though transfigurations up and down,
 transfigurations of size and shape and place:
at one sudden point came still,
 stood in wonder:
 moss, beggar, weed, tick, pine, self, magnificent
 with being!
A few random poems:
- Ольга Берггольц – Нам от тебя теперь не оторваться
 - Grey eyed Goddess by Tanisha Avarsekar
 - Far Within Us #5 by Vasko Popa
 - Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare
 - A Death-Day Recalled by Thomas Hardy
 - Lines For Winter by Mark Strand
 - A Sermon
 - Владимир Бенедиктов – Прометей
 - Golden Eyes
 - I saw Old General at Bay. by Walt Whitman
 - Lucy Gray [or Solitude] by William Wordsworth
 - Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
 - Death of the Legend by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
 - The Old Revolutionary’s Room by Nijole Miliauskaite
 - Song—A Bottle and Friend by Robert Burns
 
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For James Smith:
 - Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper:
 - Robert Burns: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough:
 - Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
 - Robert Burns: Farewell To Ballochmyle:
 - Robert Burns: Young Peggy Blooms:
 - Robert Burns: Second Epistle to Davie: A Brother Poet
 - Robert Burns: Masonic Song:
 - Robert Burns: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer:
 - Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache:
 - Robert Burns: Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr: “I composed this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica. I meant it as my farewell dirge to my native land.”-R. B.
 - Robert Burns: O Thou Dread Power: Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept:-
 - Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads:
 - Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
 - Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr.
 - Robert Burns: Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor:
 - Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:-
 - Robert Burns: Nature’s Law – A Poem: Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
 - Robert Burns: The Calf: To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. “And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall.”
 - Robert Burns: Thomson’s Edward and Eleanora.:
 
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Archie Randolph Ammons (1926-2001) was an important American poet, a modern classic, Ammons wrote about our relationship to nature in a way that is both comic and solemn. His poems often address religious and philosophical matters and scenes involving nature in a manner that is almost transcendental.