All Poems
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Endymion.
© Adelaide Crapsey
"Let me be young," the Latmian shepherd prayed,
"And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;"
A Kid on Her Lap
© Sukasah Syahdan
a kid on her lap
an extra busfare being saved
for her man's cigarettes
The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He
Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny
And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells?
Will not the lightning's blast destroy my frame?
Today My Daughter and I
© Sukasah Syahdan
today my daughter and I
walked the morning sun
the first time again
Mount Liupan
© Mao Zedong
The sky is high, the clouds are pale,
We watch the wild geese vanish southward.
If we fail to reach the Great Wall we are not men,
We who have already measured twenty thousand li.
Ignorance and Benevolence
© Sukasah Syahdan
ignorance and benevolence
collide frequently
she asks me how
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 05 - Cerberus And Furies, And That Lack Of Light
© Lucretius
Tartarus, out-belching from his mouth the surge
Of horrible heat- the which are nowhere, nor
Although but Disagrees
© Sukasah Syahdan
although but disagrees
with and in compounds
each agrees to conjunct
Some Day
© Edgar Albert Guest
SOME day our eyes will brighten, and some day our hearts will lighten,
Some day the sun will shine for you and me;
At Lunch Time
© Sukasah Syahdan
at lunch time
blatant curses and veiled conceits
devoured the four of us
Omnipresent All Day
© Sukasah Syahdan
omnipresent all day
the city congestion
yielded to the moonbeam
Theodore the Poet
© Edgar Lee Masters
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours
On the shore of the turbid Spoon
Such a Pristine Dawn!
© Sukasah Syahdan
such a pristine dawn!
that distant muezzin
should not test my patience
Monimia. An Ode
© John Logan
In weeds of sorrow wildly 'dight,
Alone beneath the gloom of night,
Monimia went to mourn;
She left a mother's fond alarms;
Ah! never to return!
Discharged
© William Ernest Henley
Carry me out
Into the wind and the sunshine,
Into the beautiful world.
Cleaning Our Home
© Sukasah Syahdan
cleaning our home
the dust accosted my wife
and me where we'd been
The Hanging Of Levski
© Hristo Botev
O you, my Mother, my Native Land,
Why is your cry so sad and heart-rending!
And you, O Raven, accursed bird,
On whose grave croak you of ill impending?
