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").
Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother
Motherless baby and babyless mother,Bring them together to love one another.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree
Mother shake the cherry-tree,Susan catch a cherry;Oh how funny that will be,Let's be merry!One for brother, one for sister,Two for mother more,Six..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mother Country
Oh what is that countryAnd where can it be,Not mine own country,But dearer far to me?Yet mine own country,If I one day may seeIts spices and..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Monna Innominata: A Sonnet Of Sonnets
1 Lo dì che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - DanteAmor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! - Petrarca Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:--Or..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mix A Pancake
Mix a pancake,Stir a pancake,Pop it in the pan;Fry the pancake,Toss the pancake, -Catch it if you can.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mirage
The hope I dreamed of was a dream,Was but a dream; and now I wake,Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,For a dream's sake.I hang my harp upon a..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Minnie Bakes Oaten Cakes
Minnie bakes oaten cakes,Minnie brews ale,All because her Johnny's comingHome from sea.And she glows like a roseWho was so pale,And ‘Are you sure the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Minnie And Mattie
Minnie and MattieAnd fat little May,Out in the country,Spending a day.Such a bright day,With the sun glowing,And the trees half in leaf,And the grass..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Memory
II nursed it in my bosom while it lived,I hid it in my heart when it was dead;In joy I sat alone, even so I grievedAlone and nothing said.I shut the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
May
I cannot tell you how it was,But this I know: it came to passUpon a bright and sunny dayWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!As yet the poppies were..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Maude Clare
Out of the church she followed themWith a lofty step and mien:His bride was like a village maid,Maude Clare was like a queen.“Son Thomas, ” his lady..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Marvel Of Marvels
MARVEL of marvels, if I myself shall beholdWith mine own eyes my King in His city of gold;Where the least of lambs is spotless white in the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Margaret Has A Milking-Pail
Margaret has a milking-pail,And she rises early;Thomas has a threshing-flail,And he's up betimes.Sometimes crossing through the grassWhere the dew..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Zero Circle
Be helpless, dumbfounded,Unable to say yes or no.Then a stretcher will come from graceTo gather us up.We are too dull-eyed to see that beautyIf we..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Your Grief....
Your grief for what youve lost holds a mirrorup to where you're bravely working.Expecting the worst, you look and instead,here's the joyful face..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
You Personify God's Message
You personify God's message.You reflect the King's face.There is nothing in the universe that you are notEverything you want, look for it within..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
With Passion
Withpassion pray. Withpassion work. With passion make love.With passion eat and drink and dance and play.Why look like a dead fishin this oceanofGod?
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Whoever Brought Me Here
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Whoever Brought Me Here
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Who Says Words With My Mouth?
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Who Makes These Changes?
Who makes these changes?I shoot an arrow right.It lands left.I ride after a deer and find myselfChased by a hog.I plot to get what I wantAnd end up..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Who Is At My Door?
He said, 'Who is at my door?'I said, 'Your humble servant.'He said, 'What business do you have?'I said, 'To greet you, 0 Lord.'He said, 'How long..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When The Rose Is Gone
When the rose is gone and the garden fadedyou will no longer hear the nightingale's song.The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.The Beloved is..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When I Die
When I diewhen my coffinis being taken outyou must never thinki am missing this worlddon't shed any tearsdon't lament orfeel sorryi'm not fallinginto..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When I Am Asleep And Crumbling In The Tomb
When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you cometo visit me, I will come forth with speed.You are for me the blast of the trumpet and the..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi