Category: Lead Poems

Henry David Thoreau Prayer

Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf Than that I may not disappoint myself, That in my action I may soar as high As I can now discern with this clear eye. And next in value, which thy kindness lends, That I may greatly disappoint my friends, Howe’er they...

Allama Muhammad Iqbal A Longing

O Lord ! I have become weary of human assemblages! When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires The silence which speech may ardently love! I vehemently desire silence, I strongly long that A small hut in the mountain’s...

Walt Whitman -To Think of Time

To think of time—of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess’d you yourself would not continue? Have you dreaded these earth-beetles? Have you fear’d the future would be nothing to you? Is to-day nothing? Is the beginningless past nothing? If the future...

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Hafiz Ghazal 22 When you hear the lovers’ words, think them not a mistake You don’t recognize these words, the error must be your take. The here and hereafter cannot tame my spirit and soul Praise God for all the intrigue in my mind that is at stake. I know...

Ralph Waldo Emerson -The Snow Storm

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end. The steed and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all...

Jalaluddin Rumi Stay Close, My Heart

Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways; Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers. Don’t stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers: Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller. If you don’t find true balance, anyone can deceive you; Anyone...

T S Eliot Stand on the highest Pavement

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair– Lean on a garden urn– Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair– Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise– Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your eyes: But weave, weave the sunlight in your...

Walt Whitman Give Me The Splendid Silent Sun

GIVE me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling, Give me autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard, Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows, Give me an arbor, give me the trellis’d grape, Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene-moving animals teaching...

Allama Muhammad Iqbal- The Painful Wail

Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no way O circumambient waters of the Ganges drown me Our land foments excessive mutual enmity What unity! Our closeness harbors separation Enmity instead of sincerity is outrageous Enmity among the same barn’s grains is outrageous If the brotherly breeze has...

Sir Muhammad Iqbal- The sun

O Sun! The world’s essence and motivator you are The organizer of the book of the world you are The splendor of existence has been created by you The verdure of the garden of existence depends on you The spectacle of elements is maintained by you The exigency of life...

Henry David Thoreau- The Inward Morning

Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears, And in its fashion’s hourly change It all things else repairs. In vain I look for change abroad, And can no difference find, Till some new ray of peace uncalled Illumes my inmost mind. What is it gilds...

William Cullen Bryant Consumption

Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for men’s eyes—but not for thine— Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening. The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf, And the vexed ore no mineral of power; And...

The Age of Infancy- Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The earth and sky were unknown worlds to me Only the expanse of mother’s bosom was a world to me Every movement was a symbol of life’s pleasure to me My own speech was like a meaningless word to me During infancy’s pain if somebody made me cry The noise...

Henry David Thoreau

Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or all my hate. Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me When I say thou dost disgust me. O, I hate thee with a hate That would...

Jalaluddin Rumi

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled my own existence out...

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Emily Dickinson Dare You See A Soul Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door — Red — is the Fire’s common tint — But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions, It quivers from the Forge Without a color, but the light...

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Jalaluddin Rumi The World This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled...