Walt Whitman Beat! Beat! Drums! Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar is studying, Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride, Nor the peaceful...
Jalaluddin Rumi The Interest Without the Capital The lover’s food is the love of the bread; no bread need be at hand: no one who is sincere in his love is a slave to existence. Lovers have nothing to do with existence; lovers have the interest without the capital. Without...
John Keats On the Grasshopper and Cricket The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper’s–he takes the lead In summer...
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears. Don’t let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures. Reach for the rope of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will....
Sylvia Plath The Moon And The Yew Tree This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility...
Jalaluddin Rumi Sweetly Parading You Go My Soul Of Soul Sweetly parading you go my soul of soul, go not without me; life of your friends, enter not the garden without me. Sky, revolve not without me; moon, shine not without me; earth travel not without me, and time, go...
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at...
The bulbul’s care is naught but the rose is his mate dear The rose’s care is naught but to bring grace to her cheer Not all lure is what brings the lover’s heart to its fall Master is he who bears compassion to his thrall. Now comes the time when...
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice...
You scream as I snatch away the knife from you Do you consider me unkind though I am kind to you? O Newcomer of this sorrowful land, you will scream Beware! The pen’s point is sharp, the prick may hurt you Ah! Why fond of the troublesome things are you?...
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and wrong or molehills are from mountains made —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem and genius please the talentgang and water most encourage flame as hatracks into peachtrees grow or hopes dance...
He left me, and himself he departed; What fault was there in me? Neither at night nor in the day do I sleep in peace; My eyes pour out tears! Sharper than swords and spears are the arrows of love! There is no one as cruel as love; This malady...
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...
Someone should hear the tale of my emigration I ignored the story of the primeval covenant I did not feel attachment to the garden of Paradise When I drank the fiery cup of Intellection I remained in pursuit of the Truth of the universe I exhibited the excellence of elegant...
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...
Muhammad Iqbal A Mother’s Dream As I slept one night I saw this dream Which further increased my vexation I dreamt I was going somewhere on the way Dark it was and impossible to find the way Trembling all over with fear I was Difficult to take even a step...
Tutors as if bondservant Pupils like nerveless tame Guardians seems like government For the time being, nurturing system. Servant has to feed these subservient Till the last drop of their strength. Govt. will come and start judgement Is or isn’t product enough thicken! If result is not as expectation Slave...
Lo! keen-eyed towering science, As from tall peaks the modern overlooking, Successive absolute fiats issuing. Yet again, lo! the soul, above all science, For it has history gather’d like husks around the globe, For it the entire star-myriads roll through the sky. In spiral routes by long detours, (As a...
There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit...
Emily Dickinson A Book There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul! If I Can Stop IF...
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