Category: Lead Poems

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...

Lead Poem

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...

On the Pulse of Morning -Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the Rock cries...

Be Lost in the Call -Jalaluddin Rumi

O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage – where are you, where, oh where? Here, here is the Beloved! Oh come now, come, oh come! Your friend, he is your neighbor, he is next to your wall – You, erring in the desert – what air of love is this? If...

Emily Dickinson It Was Not Death

Emily Dickinson It Was Not Death

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down. It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl, Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a...

Sir Muhammad Iqbal The Bird’s Complaint

Sir Muhammad Iqbal The Bird’s Complaint

I am constantly reminded of the bygone times Those garden’s springs, those chorus of chimes Gone are the freedoms of our own nests Where we could come and go at our own pleasure My heart aches the moment I think Of the buds’ smile at the dew’s tears That beautiful...

Ted Hughes The Harvest Moon

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and sinks upward To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon. The harvest moon has come, Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon. And the earth replies...

Muhammad Iqbal The Crescent

The sun’s boat is broken and drowned in the Nile But a piece is floating about on the water of the Nile The twilight’s pure blood drips into the sky’s basin Has the lancet of Nature drawn the sun’s blood? Has the sky stolen the ear ring of the evening’s...

Muhammad Iqbal The Crescent

Muhammad Iqbal The Crescent

The sun’s boat is broken and drowned in the Nile But a piece is floating about on the water of the Nile The twilight’s pure blood drips into the sky’s basin Has the lancet of Nature drawn the sun’s blood? Has the sky stolen the ear ring of the evening’s...