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Poems that Will Save Your Life
Poems that Will Save Your Life
Poems that Will Save Your Life
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

- Emily Dickenson

From time immemorial, poetry has provided its readers with a source of comfort and encouragement in times of need. In this superb anthology can be found the best of the English-speaking world's inspirational and reassuring verse, including such classics as Rudyard Kipling's 'If' and W.H. Davies' 'Leisure'. This collection of over 120 poems is sure to offer solace, hearten the soul and motivate the human spirit.

Includes works by Emily Brontë, Robert Burns, Emily Dickinson, George Eliot, John Keats, D.H. Lawrence, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Edna St. Vincent Millay, John Milton, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Walt Whitman, William Wordsworth, and many more.

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Release dateJun 30, 2010
ISBN9781848583863
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    Poems that Will Save Your Life - John Boyes

    Introduction

    There are poems in this collection that were written by unknown hands. While they may lack the talent and artfulness of the great poets in the English language, their voices are just as legitimate. And so, their work is presented here beside that of names like John Keats, Christina Rossetti, Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson.

    It may be argued that these anonymous poems are the most beloved. These are, after all, lines that have been handed down through the generations. Where heavy volumes of verse by Robert Browning and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow may have been presented as graduation and Christmas gifts, these less recognized poems have countless times been lovingly transcribed and passed on as having particularly pertinent messages. These are words of encouragement and comfort, written perhaps in reaction, perhaps in anticipation.

    We cannot know what motivation and inspiration brought these anonymously penned poems into being. Of much of the other verse, that written by known figures, including the acclaimed and celebrated, we may still only speculate. There are, however, some poems for which the respective seeds are known. ‘Song of Myself’, which first saw print in 1856 as ‘Poem of Walt Whitman, an American’, was written in part to encourage national unity in the years immediately preceding the advent of civil war in the United States.

    Related to this, we find John Greenleaf Whittier’s ‘Laus Deo!’, written, as the poet says, ‘on hearing the bells ring on the passage of the constitutional amendment abolishing slavery’. Reading this poem, nearly fifteen decades after its composition, one shares in the joy felt by a man who had devoted his life to the Abolitionist cause, a man whose strong Quaker faith abhorred what he saw as the sin of slavery.

    Whittier was entering old age when he saw his dream realized. Not all are so lucky. Various poems included in this volume are an address to those who have fallen short of their goals, those whose aspirations have been unfulfilled. It is not at all unusual for the disappointed and distressed to turn to poetry when seeking consolation. Indeed, the earliest verse featured in this anthology, the 23rd Psalm, is a poem of comfort. Found in the Hebrew Bible and the Old Testament, this verse is ascribed by tradition to David, who is thought to have reigned over the Kingdom of Israel roughly three thousand years ago. It holds a strong place in Judaism and has come to have a central presence in Christian funerals.

    The 23rd Psalm is at once a poem of comfort and a poem of faith. This cannot be surprising in that people often seek comfort in faith. The finest poets in the English language have expressed their spirituality in verse. This includes such diverse voices as Gerard Manley Hopkins, a Jesuit priest, and D. H. Lawrence, who will be forever remembered as the writer of Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

    Lawrence wrote at a time when the self-help movement was in its infancy. Today, eight decades after his death, it has a significant presence in bookstores, conference centres, and on television. We have motivational speakers – celebrities in their own right – who receive good money for their words of inspiration and encouragement. And yet, their messages aren’t new, nor is their advice. We see this very same wisdom expressed more eloquently by George Eliot, Henry David Thoreau, Alfred, Lord Tennyson ... and, yes, Anonymous.

    John Boyes

    POEMS OF INSPIRATION

    The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

    And sorry I could not travel both

    And be one traveler, long I stood

    And looked down one as far as I could

    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,

    And having perhaps the better claim,

    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

    Though as for that the passing there

    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay

    In leaves no step had trodden black.

    Oh, I kept the first for another day!

    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    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

    If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

    If I can stop one heart from breaking,

    I shall not live in vain;

    If I can ease one life the aching,

    Or cool one pain,

    Or help one fainting robin

    Unto his nest again,

    I shall not live in vain.

    Emily Dickinson

    The Inner Vision

    Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes

    To pace the ground, if path there be or none,

    While a fair region round the traveller lies

    Which he forbears again to look upon;

    Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,

    The work of Fancy, or some happy tone

    Of meditation, slipping in between

    The beauty coming and the beauty gone.

    —If Thought and Love desert us, from that day

    Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:

    With Thought and Love companions of our way—

    Whate’er the senses take or may refuse,—

    The Mind’s internal heaven shall shed her dews

    Of inspiration on the humblest lay.

    William Wordsworth

    Inspiration

    Whate’er we leave to God, God does,

    And blesses us;

    The work we choose should be our own,

    God leaves alone.

    If with light head erect I sing,

    Though all the Muses lend their force,

    From my poor love of anything,

    The verse is weak and shallow as its source.

    But if with bended neck I grope,

    Listening behind me for my wit,

    With faith superior to hope,

    More anxious to keep back than forward it,

    Making my soul accomplice there

    Unto the flame my heart hath lit,

    Then will the verse forever wear—

    Time cannot bend the line which God hath writ.

    Always the general show of things

    Floats in review before my mind,

    And such true love and reverence brings,

    That sometimes I forget that I am blind.

    But now there comes unsought, unseen,

    Some clear divine electuary,

    And I, who had but sensual been,

    Grow sensible, and as God is, am wary.

    I hearing get, who had but ears,

    And sight, who had but eyes before,

    I moments live, who lived but years,

    And truth discern, who knew but learning’s lore.

    I hear beyond the range of sound,

    I see beyond the range of sight,

    New earths and skies and seas around,

    And in my day the sun doth pale his light.

    A clear and ancient harmony

    Pierces my soul through all its din,

    As through its utmost melody—

    Farther behind than they—farther within.

    More swift its bolt than lightning is,

    Its voice than thunder is more loud,

    It doth expand my privacies

    To all, and leave me single in the crowd.

    It speaks with such authority,

    With so serene and lofty tone,

    That idle Time runs gadding by,

    And leaves me with Eternity alone.

    Then chiefly is my natal hour,

    And only now my prime of life,

    Of manhood’s strength it is the flower,

    ’Tis peace’s end and war’s beginning strife.

    ’T hath come in summer’s broadest noon,

    By a gray wall or some chance

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