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Alone In Crowds To Wander On - Poem by Thomas Moore
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming. Multitude, solitude: identical terms, and interchangeable by the active and fertile poet. The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd. The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself of someone else, as he chooses. Like those wandering souls who go looking for a body, he enters as he likes into each man's personality. For him alone everything is vacant; and if certain places seem closed to him, it is only because in his eyes they are not worth visiting.
You try not to make eye contact, Only looking straight. For you are determined To get out of this place, As soon as possible. Sometimes it gets worse. The crowd disperses Into smaller groups, And that wave of insecurity Overcomes you. The pieces of jigsaw puzzle Connect together, All except you, A piece of driftwood, Alone and exposed.
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Alone in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, where'er we roved -- This, this the doom must be Of all who've loved, and loved to see The few bright things they thought would stay For ever near them, die away. Though fairer forms around us throng, Their smiles to others all belong, And want that charm which dwells alone Round those the fond heart calls its own, Where, where the sunny brow?
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Their finest art (The Genius Of The Crowd) - Charles Bukowski Poem
She wanders through the crowd It is as though she wasn't even there No one acknowledges her presence She is but a breath of air. Have you ever felt alone in a crowd? Wished you could be part of the scene Felt as if everyone looks passed you Wondered what it would be like to be heard. She opens her mouth but no sound is heard She walks but leaves no footprint in the sand She feels no warmth within her heart She hears no one call her name. Next time you walk the busy street Look for the wisp for it may be her As you admire a beautiful sunset Listen for the rustle of her words.
Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch - - - - - - -I found this poem in Bri Edwards' February Showcase poems. It is really a wonderful poem touching the core of heart. Congratulations for such a beautiful write! Report Reply. Loneliness represents many things.