Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Go To That Impenetrable Realm

Go to that impenetrable realmThat death himself trembles to look upon.There plays the fountain of loveWith swans sporting on its waters.There the..

© Mirabai

Listen

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.If we could reach the Lord through immersion..

© Mirabai

Sleep

Sleep has not visited me the whole night,Will the dawn ever come?O my companion,Once I awoke with a start from a dream.Now the remembrance from that..

© Mirabai

I Do Not Care About Social Norms

I will fasten the bells of his love to my feetAnd dance in front of Girdhar.Dancing and dancing I will please his eyes;My love is an ancient one.My..

© Mirabai

I Send Letters

I send letters to my Beloved,The dear Krishna.But He sends no message of reply,Purposely preserving silence.I sweep his path in readinessAnd gaze and..

© Mirabai

Dark Friend, What Can I Say?

Dark Friend, what can I say?This love I bringfrom distant lifetimes is ancient,do not revile it.Seeing your elegant bodyI am ravished.Visit our..

© Mirabai

I Have Found My Guru

I have found a guru in Raidas, he hasgiven me the pill of knowledge.I lost the honor of the royal family, Iwent astray with the sadhus.I constantly..

© Mirabai

Nothing Is Really Mine Except Krishna.

Nothing is really mine except Krishna.O my parents, I have searched the worldAnd found nothing worthy of love.Hence I am a stranger amidst my..

© Mirabai

A Cowherding Girl

The plums tastedsweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly,low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,but..

© Mirabai

Do Not Leave Me

Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.My strength, my crown,I am empty of virtues,You, the ocean of them.My heart's music, you help meIn my..

© Mirabai

I Am Mad With Love

I am mad with loveAnd no one understands my plight.Only the woundedUnderstand the agonies of the wounded,When the fire rages in the heart.Only the..

© Mirabai

Ex-Service

Derision from the deadMocks armamental madness.Redeem (each Ruler said)Mankind. Men died to do it.And some with glorying gladnessBore arms for earth..

© Siegfried Sassoon

In An Underground Dressing Station

Quietly they set their burden down: he triedTo grin; moaned; moved his head from side to side.He gripped the stretcher; stiffened; glared; and..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Christ And The Soldier

IThe straggled soldier halted — stared at Him — Then clumsily dumped down upon his knees, Gasping'O blessed crucifix, I'm beat !'And Christ, still..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Sporting Acquaintances

I watched old squatting Chimpanzee: he tracedHis painful patterns in the dirt: I sawRed-haired Ourang-utang, whimsical-faced,Chewing a sportsman's..

© Siegfried Sassoon

The Road

The Road is thronged with women; soldiers passAnd halt, but never see them; yet they’re here—A patient crowd along the sodden grass,Silent, worn out..

© Siegfried Sassoon

The Rear-Guard

Groping along the tunnel, step by step,He winked his prying torch with patching glareFrom side to side, and sniffed the unwholesome air.Tins, boxes..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Before Day

Come in this hour to set my spirit freeWhen earth is no more mine though night goes out,And stretching forth these arms I cannot beLord of winged..

© Siegfried Sassoon

The Portrait

I watch you, gazing at me from the wall,And wonder how you'd match your dreams with mine,If, mastering time's illusion, I could callYou back to share..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Solar Eclipse

Observe these blue solemnities of skyOffering for the academes of after-agesA mythologic welkin freaked with white!Listen : one tiny tinkling..

© Siegfried Sassoon

The Triumph

When life was a cobweb of stars for Beauty who cameIn the whisper of leaves or a bird's lone cry in the glen,On dawn-lit hills and horizons girdled..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Because We Are Going

Because we are going from our wonted placesTo be task-ridden by one shattering Aim,And terror hides in all our laughing facesThat had no will to die..

© Siegfried Sassoon

The Redeemer

Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep;It was past twelve on a mid-winter night,When peaceful folk in beds lay snug asleep;There, with..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Today

This is To-day, a child in white and blueRunning to meet me out of Night who stilledThe ghost of Yester-eve; this is fair MornThe mother of..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Prelude: The Troops

Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloomShudders to drizzling daybreak that revealsDisconsolate men who stamp their sodden bootsAnd turn dulled..

© Siegfried Sassoon