All Poems
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Marriage Bells
© Emma Lazarus
Music and silver chimes and sunlit air,
Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower;
When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you come
to visit me, I will come forth with speed.
You are for me the blast of the trumpet and the resurrection,
so what shall I do? Dead or living, wherever you are, there am I.
The Nocturne: Address to the Sunset
© Robert Nichols
Exquisite stillness! What serenities
Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we entered the veil.
On the day when we cast of the bodys veil from the soul, you will see that we are the envy of despair of man and the Polestars.
Wash your face and become clean for beholding us, else remain afar, for we are beloveds of ourselves.
We are not that beauty who tomorrow will become a crone; till eternity we are young and heart-comforting and fair of stature.
Crossing Nation
© Allen Ginsberg
Sacramento valley rivercourse's Chinese
dragonflames licking green flats north-hazed
State Capitol metallic rubble, dry checkered fields
to Sierras- past Reno, Pyramid Lake's
blue Altar, pure water in Nevada sands'
brown wasteland scratched by tires
On Ye Plott Against King William
© Thomas Parnell
Rome when she could King Pyrrhus Life have bought
She scornd a triumph So ignobly gott,
The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart;
the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also perceived.
His dog bit my foot, he showed me much injustice; I do not
bite him like a dog, I have bitten my own lip.
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I
am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy.
Behold, the Marquis of Glee has attainted felicity; this city and
plain are filled with soldiers and drums and flags.
Sonnet XLIX: How Long
© Samuel Daniel
How long shall I in mine affliction mourn,
A burden to myself, distress'd in mind?
Lord, what a Beloved is mine!
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess
in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.
When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me,
he says, Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.
The Moment
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lose me, full, full moment,
Like a ripple round,
Widening into worlds
Beyond earth's bound.
Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Last night my soul cried, O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
Without sin and crime, eternally revolving upon your body in its complaining is the indigo of mourning;
Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.
In your form you are terrifying, yet your state is full of anguish: you turn round like a millstone and writhe like a snake.
Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel.
© William Wordsworth
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
Laila and the Khalifa.
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The Khalifa said to Laila, "Art thou really she
For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted?
Thou art not fairer than many other fair ones."
She replied, "Be silent; thou art not Majnun!"
The Jackdaw Of Rheims
© Richard Harris Barham
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!
Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;
If I weep
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
Every cruelty which he commits becomes him, every cruelty which he commits I endure.
If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.
The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?
To Cardinal Manning
© George Meredith
I, wakeful for the skylark voice in men,
Or straining for the angel of the light,
I will beguile him with the tongue
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Reason says, I will beguile him with the tongue.; Love says,
Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.
The soul says to the heart, Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.
What is there that is not his, that I may beguile him
I have fallen into unconsciousness
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
The darling sewed up my eyes so that I might not see other than him, so that suddenly I opened my eyes on his face.
My soul fought with me saying, Do not pain me; I said, Take your divorce. She said, Grant it; I granted it.
When my mother saw on my cheek the brand of your love she cut my umbilical cord on that, the moment I was born.
