Nazetel's Poems

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

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*	15 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	4 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	2 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	2 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	7 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	12 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	2 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	39 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	5 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	18 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	4 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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 added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	159 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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 added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	194 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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 2 years ago	Rating
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*	7 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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 added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	24 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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 2 years ago	Rating
Dog Woman It’s like flying in your dreams, she said. You empty Yourself out and just lift off. Soar. It’s like that. * Red. Red. Red. Just that word.... – *by Chris Abani*	24 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	9 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	36 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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 added 2 years ago	Rating
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 2 years ago	Rating
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*	13 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	5 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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*	15 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
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 2 years ago	Rating
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*	4 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Refuge The rain lets up. Bright shafts of sunlight plunge through shiny leaves of birch and white oak. I turn off the lamp on my desk as the birds start up again, a woodthrush, a baltimore oriole. How I like it here in my cabin in the woods, a glass of... – *by Jonathan Aaron*	5 Views added 2 years ago	Rating