All Poems
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Happy Eid Fitr!
© Sukasah Syahdan
happy Eid Fitr!
may all hearts re-bleach awhite
all maids recall the way back
In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory
© William Butler Yeats
Now that we're almost settled in our house
I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us
Beside a fire of turf in th' ancient tower,
And having talked to some late hour
Good Japanese Food
© Sukasah Syahdan
good Japanese food
on the Ides of March
tells me things will be fine
Sweeping the Backyard Garden
© Sukasah Syahdan
heatbeats of fallen flowers
breaths of leaves decaying
they aren't dead--just transforming
There Was A Cherry-Tree
© James Whitcomb Riley
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy -
As when you were a boy.
Sakal Bun
© Amir Khusro
Sakal bun (or Saghan bhun) phool rahi sarson,
Sakal bun phool rahi.....
Umbva phutay, tesu phulay, koyal bolay daar daar,
Aur gori karat singaar,
True Fighters of Poverty
© Sukasah Syahdan
true fighters of poverty
don't say it--
it's no thing to do with words
A Nightmare
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is
taboo'd by anxiety,
Gentleness
© Archibald Lampman
How beautiful is gentleness, whose face
Like April sunshine, or the summer rain,
Swells everywhere the buds of generous thought?
So easy, and so sweet it is; its grace
Smoothes out so soon the tangled knots of pain.
Can ye not learn it? will ye not be taught?
Too Much Writing
© Sukasah Syahdan
too much writing
fatigued my master's hand:
consider me absent today
The Falcon
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Who would not be Sir Hubert, for his birth and bearing fine,
His rich sky-skirted woodlands, valleys flowing oil and wine;
