I wandered Lonely as a Cloud- W.Wordsworth
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
- Francis Bacon
Poems about Loneliness
- The Little Boy Found – William Blake
- Alone Looking at the Mountain – Li Po
- Alone – Maya Angelou
- The Lonely House – Emily Dickinson
- Dirge – R. Emerson
- Evening Solace- Charlotte Bronte
- My Greatest Need is You – Rabia al Basri
- I Must go down to the sea – John Masefield
- Poems on Loneliness – Sri Chinmoy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
disappointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each other
have to sleep together in one bed-
that is when loneliness receives the rivers…
Translated by Robert Bly
- Photo Credit: Abhijatri