The Troubadour's Song
"Thine hour is come, and the stake is set,"
The Soldan cried to the captive knight,
"And the sons of the Prophet in throngs are met
To gaze on the fearful sight.

The Drowned Children

© Louise Gluck

And yet they hear the names they used
like lures slipping over the pond:
What are you waiting for
come home, come home, lost
in the waters, blue and permanent.

Ghazal

© Meer Taqi Meer

mat sahal hameiN jaano, phirta hai falak barsoN

tab kHaak kay par-day say insaan nikal-tay haiN

Sonnet LIII. August.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

FAR Off among the fields and meadow rills
The August noon bends o'er a world of green.
In the blue sky the white clouds pause, and lean
To paint broad shadows on the wooded hills

A Poem Beginning with a Line by Pindar

© Robert Duncan

I
The light foot hears you and the brightness begins
god-step at the margins of thought,
quick adulterous tread at the heart.

The Home of Taliessin

© Alaric Alexander Watts

I stood on the spot where the famed Taliessin,

âThe Prince of the Bards,â had his dwelling of old;

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

© Thomas Gray

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.