Nazetel's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by Nazetel  —  There are currently 31 poems total — keep up the great work!

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Faith's Vista

When from the vaulted wonder of the sky
The curtain of the light is drawn aside,
And I behold the stars in all their wide
Significance and glorious mystery,
Assured that those more distant orbs are suns
Round which innumerable worlds revolve,—
My...

by Henry Abbey

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Agnes Hatot

When might made right in days of chivalry,
Hatot and Ringsdale, over claims of land,
Darkened their lives with stormy enmity,
And for their cause agreed this test to stand:
To fight steel-clad till either's blood made wet
The soil disputed; and a...

by Henry Abbey

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Ontiora

Moons on moons ago,
In the sleep, or night, of the moon,
When evil spirits have power,
The monster, Ontiora,
Came down in the dreadful gloom.
The monster came stalking abroad,
On his way to the sea for a bath,
For a bath in the salt, gray...

by Henry Abbey

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In Memory of General Grant

WHITE wings of commerce sailing far,
Hot steam that drives the weltering wheel,
Tamed lightning speeding on the wire,
Iron postman on the way of steel,—
These, circling all the world, have told
The loss that makes us desolate;
For we give back to...

by Henry Abbey

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The King and the Naiad

When the wrongs of peace grow mighty,
They beget the wrong of war,
Whose wild night, with deeds immortal,
Sparkles brightly, star on...

by Henry Abbey

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The Statue

All bold, great actions that are seen too near,
Look rash and foolish to unthinking eyes;
But at a distance they at once appear
In their true grandeur: so let us be wise,
And not too soon our neighbor's deed malign,
Lest what seems crude should...

by Henry Abbey

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Donald

O white, white, light moon, that sailest in the sky,
Look down upon the whirling world, for thou art up so high,
And tell me where my Donald is who sailed across the sea,
And make a path of silver light to lead him back to me.
O white, white, bright...

by Henry Abbey

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Mary Magdalene

All night I cried in agony
Of grief and bitter loss,
And wept for Him whom they had nailed
Against the shameful...

by Henry Abbey

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Low Tide

Along the cliff I walk in silence,
While over the blue of the waves below,
The white birds gleam in the sun like silver
And ships in the offing come and go,
And the tide is...

by Henry Abbey

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The Drawbridge Keeper

Drecker, a drawbridge keeper, opened wide
The dangerous gate to let the vessel through;
His little son was standing by his side,
Above Passaic River deep and blue,
While in the distance, like a moan of pain,
Was heard the whistle of the coming...

by Henry Abbey

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On A Great Warrior

When all the sky was wild and dark,
When every heart was wrung with fear,
He rose serene, and took his place,
The great occasion's mighty peer.
He smote armed opposition down,
He bade the storm and darkness cease,
And o'er the long-distracted land...

by Henry Abbey

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Autumn Ballad

How mild and fair the day, dear love! and in these garden ways
The lingering dahlias to the sun their hopeless faces raise.
The buckwheat and the barley, once so bonny and so blithe,
Fall before the rhythmic labor of the cradler's gleaming...

by Henry Abbey

 8 Views
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What Do We Plant?

What do we plant when we plant the tree?
We plant the ship, which will cross the sea.
We plant the mast to carry the sails;
We plant the planks to withstand the gales -
The keel, the keelson, the beam, the knee;
We plant the ship when we plant the...

by Henry Abbey

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Along The Nile

We journey up the storied Nile;
The timeless water seems to smile;
The slow and swarthy boatman sings;
The dahabëah spreads her wings;
We catch the breeze and sail away,
Along the dawning of the day,
Along the East, wherein the morn
Of life and...

by Henry Abbey

 21 Views
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Well Meant

Twenty-five hundred tins of tuna,
no can opener.

Powdered milk that loosened unfamiliar
stomachs speeding death.

Three thousand Bibles dropped into
Mujahudden children.

One thousand blankets and sweaters,
sent to tropical hot...

by Chris Abani

 196 Views
added 3 years ago
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War Widow

The telephone never rings. Still
you pick it up, smile into the static,
the breath of those you’ve loved; long dead.

The leaf you pick from the fall
rises and dips away with every ridge.
Fingers stiff from time, you...

by Chris Abani

 35 Views
added 3 years ago
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The New Religion

The body is a nation I have not known.
The pure joy of air: the moment between leaping
from a cliff into the wall of blue below. Like that.
Or to feel the rub of tired lungs against skin-
covered bone, like a hand against the rough of bark.
Like...

by Chris Abani

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In The Middle Of Dinner

mother put down her knife and fork,
pulled her wedding ring from its groove,
placing it contemplatively on her middle
finger. So natural was the move,
so tender, I almost didn’t notice.
Five years, she said, five years, once a week,
I wrote a...

by Chris Abani

 11 Views
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Hanging in Egypt with Breyten Breytenbach

There are stones even here
worn into a malevolence by time
gritting the teeth and tearing
the eyes with the...

by Chris Abani

 25 Views
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Durban, South Africa—Some Notations of Value

Metal giraffes march up the bluff
toward the lighthouse. In the moonlight,
whales, or their ghosts, litter the sand.

There is a museum by the park that houses
apartheid; contained in stiff wax...

by Chris Abani

 19 Views
added 3 years ago
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Dog Woman

It’s like flying in your dreams, she said. You empty
Yourself out and just lift off. Soar. It’s like that.

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Red. Red. Red.

  Just that word....

by Chris Abani

 24 Views
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Chant:

It was the hornbill that spoke it.
In the nothing, becoming nothing,
begetting nothing; this is everything.

The world is old, the world is new

How does the darkness hide?
In the nothing, becoming nothing,
begetting nothing; this is...

by Chris Abani

 11 Views
added 3 years ago
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Blue

I

Africans in the hold fold themselves
to make room for hope. In the afternoon’s
ferocity, tar, grouting the planks like the glue
of family, melts to the run of a child’s licorice...

by Chris Abani

 41 Views
added 3 years ago
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Aphasia

My language is dying the same way


  my father did:


Alone. Night. And there are no storms. Only


  moonlight straining through holes in a tin roof


And the slight exhalation,...

by Chris Abani

 30 Views
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The Heart

I woke up to your knocking,
convinced someone was patrolling the corridor,
hammering the doors.
The heat was intense, and I wished it would rain.
Your name came to me,
and I thought about all I'd once known about you
but forgot, and once again I...

by Jonathan Aaron

 18 Views
added 3 years ago
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Street Music

I dreamed it was November 1930
Walking east on the Boulevard St-Germain
toward the Odeon, just past the rue Kelver
(a cross street that in fact never existed),
in the midst of people hurrying (it was cold
and getting late), I saw a woman crouched...

by Jonathan Aaron

 14 Views
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Skills

Blondin made a fortune walking back and forth
over Niagara Falls on a tightrope—blindfolded,
or inside a sack, or pushing a wheelbarrow, or perched on stilts,
or lugging a man on his back. Once, halfway across,
he sat down to cook and eat an...

by Jonathan Aaron

 7 Views
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Cooking An Omelette

Break
two eggs
into a large bowl,
preferably a blue one.
Look down and see
them staring back at you,
their innocent embrace affirming
what must happen.
Now add salt (kosher salt is best,
being...

by Jonathan Aaron

 16 Views
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The End Of Out Of The Past

“I never told you I was anything but what I am,” she says.
Black and white, the sunset behind Lake Tahoe looks spectacular.
She turns and goes upstairs, his chance to light a cigarette
and dial the operator. She slips the pistol into her briefcase,...

by Jonathan Aaron

 7 Views
added 3 years ago
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Acting Like A Tree

When I got to the party and saw everybody
walking around in Christmas costumes,
I remembered I was supposed to be wearing one, too.
Bending slightly, I held out my hands
and waved them a little, wiggling my fingers.
I narrowed my eyes and pursed my...

by Jonathan Aaron

 5 Views
added 3 years ago
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