All Poems
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The Walnut Tree
© Nazim Hikmet
my head foaming clouds, sea inside me and out
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
an old walnut, knot by knot, shred by shred
Neither you are aware of this, nor the police
Solitude.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets,
Good Templars' Song
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
O Good Templars!
There's work for us to-day.
Then gird your armor on again,
And only pause to pray.
Should E'er The Loveless Day.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Thy charms thou showest never;
I tap at window, tap at door:
Come, lov'd one, come! appear once more!
Rubaiyat 30
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I spent my life chasing my wishes
What benefits fate furnishes?
Whomever to I said I loved you,
Turned to my foe, why my luck ravishes?
Fragments - Lines 0467 - 0496
© Theognis of Megara
Of those now here with us, do not detain anyone who is unwilling to remain,
Nor show the door to anyone who does not wish to go,
The Dilettante And The Critic.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A BOY a pigeon once possess'd,
In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd;
He loved it well, and in boyish sport
Its food to take from his mouth he taught,
And in his pigeon he took such pride,
That his joy to others he needs must confide.
Cologne
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Köhln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
The Buyers.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To an apple-woman's stallOnce some children nimbly ran;
Longing much to purchase all,
They with joyous haste began
Snatching up the piles there raised,
The Charming Earth of Awadh (With English Translation)
© Ali Sardar Jafri
YE SAADGI KIS QADAR HAEEn HAI
MAIn JAIL MEIn BAITHEY BAITHEY AKSAR YE SOCHTAA HOOn
JO HO SAKEY TO AVADH KI PYAARI ZAMEEN KO GOD MEIn UTHAA LOOn
AUR USKI SHAADAAB LAHLAHAATI JABEEn KO
HAZAAROn BOSOn SE JAGMAGAA DOOn
A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy
© Vachel Lindsay
If you lay for Iago at the stage door with a brick
You have missed the moral of the play.
June.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Soon between us rise to sight
Valleys cool, with bushes light,
Streams and meadows; next appear
A Song From 'The Player Queen'
© William Butler Yeats
My mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.
Trilogy of Passion: I. TO WERTHER.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The farewell sunbeams bless'd our ravish'd view;
Fate bade thee go,--to linger here was mine,--
Going the first, the smaller loss was thine.
Is The Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
The Youth And The Millstream.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This sweet Ballad, and the one entitled The
Maid of the Mill's Repentance, were written on the occasion of a
visit paid by Goethe to Switzerland. The Maid of the Mill's Treachery,
to which the latter forms the sequel, was not written till the following
year.]
Dedication
© Rainer Maria Rilke
I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.
