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BEFORE the clepsydra had bound the days
Man tethered Change to his fixed star, and said:
"The elder races, that long since are dead,
Marched by that light; it swerves not from its base
Though all the worlds about it wax and fade."

Epitaphs

© Ezra Pound

And Li Po also died drunk.
He tried to embrace a moon
In the Yellow River.

Come to Me, Sunbeam! I'm Dying

© Henry Clay Work

Come to me, Sunbeam! I'm dying

Uncared for, distress'd and alone.

To Rutherford Birchard Hayes

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

How to address him? awkward, it is true
Call him "Great Father," as the Red Men do?
Borrow some title? this is not the place
That christens men Your Highness and Your Grace;
We tried such names as these awhile, you know,
But left them off a century ago.

A Session With Uncle Sidney

© James Whitcomb Riley

Uncle Sidney's vurry proud
Of little Leslie-Janey,
'Cause she's so smart, an' goes to school
Clean 'way in Pennsylvany!

O Maytime Woods!

© Madison Julius Cawein

Serene with sleep, light visions weigh her eyes:
And underneath her window blooms a quince.
The night is a sultana who doth rise
In slippered caution, to admit a prince,
Love, who her eunuchs and her lord defies.

I have found

© Mirabai

I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem.
My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it.
I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world.
No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times.
On the boat of truth, the boatman was my true guru. I came across the ocean of existence.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover, of whom I merrily, merrily sing.

Noera

© Madison Julius Cawein

Noera, when sad Fall
Has grayed the fallow;
Leaf-cramped the wood-brook's brawl
In pool and shallow;
When, by the woodside, tall
Stands sere the mallow.

ghazal 8

© Daagh Dehlvi

bahar-e-umr main bag-e-jahan k sair karo
khila hua hai ye gulzar dekhte jao

The Battle Of Stamford Bridge

© Robert Laurence Binyon

``Haste thee, Harold, haste thee North!
Norway ships in Humber crowd.
Tall Hardrada, Sigurd' son,
For thy ruin this hath done--
England for his own hath vowed.

Oh, How Silent Is the Nature

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

Oh, how silent is the nature,
It only looks and only hears,
The people's spirit in a rapture
Clings to a freedom - fast and fierce.

Maritime Poem

© Nizar Qabbani

In the blue harbor of your eyes
Blow rains of melodious lights,
Dizzy suns and sails
Painting their voyage to endlessness.

Natural Philosophy

© William Henry Drummond

Very offen I be t'inkin' of de queer folk goin' roun',

And way dey kip a-talkin' of de hard tam get along--

The Loving Tree

© John Shaw Neilson

Three women walked upon a road,
And the first said airily,
Of all the trees in all the world
Which is the loving tree?

Sonnet

© Emma Lazarus

STILL northward is the central mount of Maine,
From whose high crown the rugged forests seem
Like shaven lawns, and lakes with frequent gleam,
"Like broken mirrors," flash back light again.

Upon The Military Recovery Of Henan And Hebei

© Du Fu

News comes to Jianwai1 that Jibei has been recovered

and tears wet my garments when I hear the news.

The Peevish Man

When he has suffered honest woe,
I do not mind the man who grieves,
But I hate him who stubs his toe
And straightway gets a case of " peeves."

A Catch

When roads are mired with ice and snow,

And the air of morn is crisp with rime;

The Garden Of Adonis

© Emma Lazarus

(The Garden of Life in Spenser's "Faerie Queene.")
IT is no fabled garden in the skies,
But bloometh here this is no world of death;
And nothing that once liveth, ever dies,