All Poems
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And, as the Cock crew
© Omar Khayyám
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted—“Open then the Door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more.”
And David’s Lips are lockt
© Omar Khayyám
And David’s Lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.
Song of the Indian Maid
© John Keats
O SORROW!
Why dost borrow
The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?¡ª
To give maiden blushes
To the white rose bushes? 5
Or is it thy dewy hand the daisy tips?
His Excuse for Loving
© Benjamin Jonson
Let it not your wonder move,
Less your laughter, that I love.
Flattery
© Allama Muhammad Iqbal
My home if you come
That shall be my honor!
That ladder in the front
Will reach you to your friend
Communism and Imperialism
© Allama Muhammad Iqbal
The soul of both of them is impatient and restless,
Both of them know not God, and deceive mankind.
Benevolence
© Allama Muhammad Iqbal
Saying that-
Over me the night is past
And in pecking day is lost!
A Mother's Dream
© Allama Muhammad Iqbal
One night while sleeping
I dreamt
Seeing which I began
To get impatient
Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
The Child Is Father To The Man
© Ted Hughes
'The child is father to the man.'
How can he be? The words are wild.
Crow's Theology
© Ted Hughes
Crow realized God loved him-
Otherwise, he would have dropped dead.
So that was proved.
Crow reclined, marvelling, on his heart-beat.
Crow Sickene
© Ted Hughes
Decided to get death, but whatever
Walked into his ambush
Was always his own body.
Crow Goes Hunting
© Ted Hughes
He imagined some words for the job, a lovely pack-
Clear-eyed, resounding, well-trained,
With strong teeth.
You could not find a better bred lot.
Crow Communes
© Ted Hughes
"Well," said Crow, "What first?"
God, exhausted with Creation, snored.
"Which way?" said Crow, "Which way first?"
God's shoulder was the mountain on which Crow sat.
"Come," said Crow, "Let's discuss the situation."
God lay, agape, a great carcass.
Crow Blacker than ever
© Ted Hughes
When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven.
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.
Crow and the Sea
© Ted Hughes
He tried ignoring the sea
But it was bigger than death, just as it was bigger than life.
Apple Tragedy
© Ted Hughes
So on the seventh day
The serpent rested,
God came up to him.
"I've invented a new game," he said.
