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Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 03 - Pre Autumn
© Kalidasa
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride…
"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers…
The Bold Buccaneer
© John Le Gay Brereton
One very rough day on the Pride of the Fray
In the scuppers a poor little cabin-boy lay,
When the Bosun drew nigh with wrath in his eye
And gave him a kick to remember him by,
As he cried with a sneer: What good are you here?
Go home to your mammy, my bold buccaneer.
Talking To The Moon
© William Matthews
But some people hoard words.
"The year the lake froze all the way
across . . . ," a sentence might begin
and then nod, sleepy in a hot kitchen.
The words are a spell to make the lake
freeze again. The sentence never ends.
The Robe
© Jones Very
Each naked branch, the yellow leaf or brown,
The rugged rock, and death-deformed plain
Sie Liebten Sich Beide
© Heinrich Heine
They loved each other, but neither
Would admit to the other they could:
Da Comica Man
© Thomas Augustine Daly
Giacobbe Finelli so funny, O! My!
By tweestin hees face an by weenkin hees eye
Sonnet: I Muse Over
© Dante Alighieri
At whiles (yea oftentimes) I muse over
The quality of anguish that is mine
"Thus Saith The Lord, I Offer Thee Three Kings."
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IN poisonous dens, where traitors hide
Like bats that fear the day,
While all the land our charters claim
Is sweating blood and breathing flame,
Dead to their country's woe and shame,
The recreants whisper STAY!
Space And Dread and The Dark
© William Ernest Henley
Space and dread and the dark -
Over a livid stretch of sky
Campus Sonnets: May Morning
© Stephen Vincent Benet
This is the time of all-sufficing laughter
At idiotic things some one has done,
And there is neither past nor vague hereafter.
And all your body stretches in the sun
And drinks the light in like a liquid thing;
Filled with the divine languor of late spring.
Childless
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The Son thou sentest forth is now a Thought-
A Dream. To all but thee he is as nought
A Beavy Of The Fair & Gay
© Thomas Parnell
A Beavy of the fair & Gay,
Such as are daily Smoakt in tea,
Use of Wealth to the Wise
© Theocritus
Fools! what boots the gold hid
Within doors in untold heaps?
Not so the truly wise employ their wealth;
Some give part to their own enjoyment,
Talk in the Mountains
© Li Po
You ask me, `Why dwell among green mountains?'
I laugh in silence; my soul is quiet.
Peach blossom follows the moving water;
Here is a heaven and earth, beyond the world of men.
Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 38
© Edward Taylor
Oh! What a thing is man? Lord, who am I?
That Thou shouldest give him law (Oh! golden line)
To regulate his thoughts, words, life thereby;
And judge him wilt thereby too in Thy time.
A court of justice Thou in heaven holdst
To try his case while he's here housed on mold.
A May-Day Madrigal
© Robert Fuller Murray
The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,
Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light,
Your cheeks are like the morning, your pearls are like the dew,
Or morning and her dew-drops are like your pearls and you.
The Great Sorrow
© Katharine Tynan
Voice of a great wind, of wild ocean surges,
Storming the gates of Heaven,
The people of God singing under the scourges
Wherewith they are healed and shriven.
