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Early American Poets » Henry David Thoreau » Henry David Thoreau Poetry » My Life Has Been the Poem

My Life Has Been the Poem

My life has been the poem I would have writ,
But I could not both live and utter it.

 

By: Henry David Thoreau

  • Conscience
  • Epitaph On The World
  • Friendship
  • I Am A Parcel Of Vain Striving Tied
  • I Knew A Man By Sight
  • Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell
  • Inspiration
  • Let such pure hate still underprop
  • Low-Anchored Cloud
  • My Life Has Been the Poem
  • On Fields O’er Which the Reaper’s Hand has Passed
  • Pray to What Earth
  • Prayer
  • Rumors from an Aeolian Harp
  • Sic Vita
  • Smoke
  • The Inward Morning
  • The Moon
  • The Summer Rain
  • They Who Prepare my Evening Meal Below
  • What’s the Railroad to Me?
  • Within the Circuit of This Plodding Life