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").

Why Was Adam

'Why was Adam driven from the garden?'The pupil asked his master. 'His heart was hardenedWith images, a hundred bonds that clutter the earthChained..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

The Triumph Of The Soul

Joy! Joy! I triumph! Now no more I knowMyself as simply me. I burn with loveUnto myself, and bury me in love.The centre is within me and its..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

Intoxicated By The Wine Of Love

Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.From each a mystic silence Love demands.What do all seek so earnestly? 'Tis Love.What do they whisper to each other?..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

Invocation

We are busy with the luxury of things.Their number and multiple faces bringTo us confusion we call knowledge. Say:God created the world, pinned night..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

Looking For Your Own Face

Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.You can never see your own face,only a reflection, not the face itself.So you sigh in front of mirrorsand..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

In The Dead Of Night

In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep.He said, 'This world is like a closed coffin, in whichWe are shut and in which, through our ignorance,We..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

Mystic Silence

From each, Love demands a mystic silence.What do all seek so earnestly? Tis Love.Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts,In Love no longer..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

Illahi Nama (Book Of God)

In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

Conference Of The Birds

'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested that one must live a..

© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid

WING-BEA

In some last inventory, I'll have lost a seasonthrough the occlusionof summer by another hemisphere.Going therethe winter tolls twiceacross the year...

© Robert Gray

A BOWL OF PEARS

Swarthy as oilcloth and as squatas Sancho Panzawearing a beret's little stalkthe pearitself suggests the application of some rigourthe finest..

© Robert Gray

IN DEPARTING LIGHT

My mother all of ninety has to be tied upin her wheelchair, but still she leans far out of it sideways;she juts there brokenly,able to cutwith the..

© Robert Gray

HARBOUR DUSK

She and I came wandering there through an empty park,and we laid our hands on a stone parapet'sfading life. Before us, across the oily, aubergine..

© Robert Gray

TWILIGHT

These long starsonstalksthat have grown upearlyand are likewaterplants and that standin allthe pools and the lakeevenat the brimofthe dark..

© Robert Gray

The Fishermen

There comes trudging back across the home paddocks of the baypushing its waywaist-deep in the trembling seed-heads of the lightthe trawler, with flat..

© Robert Gray

The Dying Light

My mother all of ninety has to be tied upin her wheelchair, yet still she leans far out of it sideways;she juts there brokenly,able to cutwith the..

© Robert Gray

Annotation

It has always seemed to me that neutral things would help usif only we could hearthe eloquenceof their dumb ministry.What is it that these things of..

© Robert Gray

Byron Bay: Winter

Barely contained by the eyesight,the beach makes one great arc -blue ranges overlapped behind it;each of them a tide-mark.About me, swamp-oaks'..

© Robert Gray

Wing-Beat

In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a seasonthrough the occlusionof summer by another hemisphere.Going therethe winter tolls twiceacross the year...

© Robert Gray

Nine Bowls of Water

Clear water, in silvery tin dishesdented as ping pong balls:a lemon juice tinge of the staling light is in them;they've a faint lid of dust.A potted..

© Robert Gray

Twilight

These long starsonstalksthat have grown upearlyand are likewaterplants and that standin allthe pools and the lakeevenat the brimofthe dark..

© Robert Gray

A Bowl Of Pears

Swarthy as oilcloth and as squatas Sancho Panzawearing a beret’s little stalkthe pearitself suggests the application of some rigourthe finest..

© Robert Gray

Harbour Dusk

She and I came wandering there through an empty park,and we laid our hands on a stone parapet’sfading life. Before us, across the oily, aubergine..

© Robert Gray

In Departing Light

My mother all of ninety has to be tied upin her wheelchair, but still she leans far out of it sideways;she juts there brokenly,able to cutwith the..

© Robert Gray

Oh Mother, Blessed I Am, To Be Born To You

Oh mother, Blessed I am, to be born to youBlessed is my soul, to be nourished by your loveI don't care if you are adorned like a queenI don't care if..

© Kuvempu