Haniel Long

(9 March 1888 – 17 October 1956 / Rangoon, Burma)

The Poet - Poem by Haniel Long

I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.

I go where only winds are going,
Kiss what fades away;
I know a thing too strange for knowing,
I, the clay.


Comments about The Poet by Haniel Long

  • Freshman - 570 Points Maya Hanson (4/5/2014 2:56:00 PM)

    A beautiful expression, love it! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,002 Points Savita Tyagi (4/3/2014 6:07:00 PM)

    Very nice poem. Enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,067 Points Nika Mcguin (4/3/2014 9:39:00 AM)

    a poem for metaphysical poets, lovely~ (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,921 Points Babatunde Aremu (4/3/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    Nice poem about the Poet. I like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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