O SUN of real peace! O hastening light! O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for! O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend! O so amazing and broad—up there resplendent, dart-ing and burning!...
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each...
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved,...
Thank God the door of the Tavern is open and I am needy at His door. The vats are all boiling and crying out of drunkenness. Only the wine of truth can be found there. Not that of falsehood. From Him comes drunkenness, pride and aloofness. From us comes helplessness,...
WHEN I consider how my light is spent E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide,...
Elevation bestows the sky’s nearness to my abode I am the mountain’s cloud, my skirt sprinkles roses Now the wilderness, now the rose garden is my abode City and wilderness are mine, ocean is mine, forest is mine If I want to return to some valley for the night The...
I READ my sentence steadily, Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause, – The date, and manner of the shame; And then the pious form That ‘God have mercy’ on the soul The jury voted him. I made my soul familiar...
When the sparkling of the night’s forehead’s decoration disappeared The zephyr of life with the news of the happy morning appeared It awakened the nightingale of flowery song in its nest It shook the shoulder of the farmer on the field’s edge It broke the spell of darkness of night’s...
Maya Angelou The Lesson I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting flesh and worms do Not convince me against The challenge. The years And cold defeat live deep in Lines along my face. They dull my eyes,...
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of...
Hafiz Lifts Beyond Conception Independent Of this body is my mind When the call from the Golden Nightingale Lifts and pours my being throughout The Sky. Independent of this mind is my Heart When God unfurls even a shadow of His tress Upon my bare shoulder. Sovereign of my illumined...
The first sorrow of autumn Is the slow goodbye Of the garden who stands so long in the evening- A brown poppy head, / The stalk of a lily, And still cannot go. The second sorrow / Is the empty feet Of a pheasant who hangs from a hook with...
Should I abandon the pleasure of sun’s and moon’s company? And should I abandon this service of conveying dawn’s message ? For me the height of the world of stars is not good For me lowliness of earth’s denizens is better than this height What is the sky? Is the uninhabited...
A glimpse through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner, Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may...
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose: I bear the discomfort of cold and December’s snow in hope of spring. Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body; Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I...
E. E. Cummings but the other but the other day i was passing a certain gate rain fell as it will in spring ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness as if god’s flowers were pulling upon bells of gold i looked up and thought to myself death...
Hafiz Bring Perfumes Sweet to Me FROM out the street of So-and-So, Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me For I am sick and pale with woe; Oh bring me rest from misery! The dust that lies before her door, Love’s long desired elixir, pour Upon this wasted heart of...
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates. The brown waves of fog toss up to me Twisted faces from the bottom of the street, And tear from...
All through eternity Beauty unveils His exquisite form in the solitude of nothingness; He holds a mirror to His Face and beholds His own beauty. he is the knower and the known, the seer and the seen; No eye but His own has ever looked upon this Universe. His every...
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...
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