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").

Ecstasy

Cover mine eyes, O my Love!Mine eyes that are weary of blissAs of light that is poignant and strongO silence my lips with a kiss,My lips that are..

© Sarojini Naidu

Cradle Song

From groves of spice,O'er fields of rice,Athwart the lotus-stream,I bring for you,Aglint with dewA little lovely dream.Sweet, shut your eyes,The wild..

© Sarojini Naidu

A Love Song From The North

Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,Dreams of delight that are gone,When swift to my side came the feet of..

© Sarojini Naidu

In The Forest

HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyreOf fallen white petals and leaves that are..

© Sarojini Naidu

An Indian Love Song

HeLift up the veils that darken the delicate moonof thy glory and grace,Withhold not, O love, from the nightof my longing the joy of thy luminous..

© Sarojini Naidu

Coromandel Fishers

Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all..

© Sarojini Naidu

Indian Weavers

WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,We weave the robes of a new-born..

© Sarojini Naidu

Autumn Song

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud;A golden storm of glittering sheaves,Of fair and frail and fluttering..

© Sarojini Naidu

Palanquin Bearers

Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,She floats like a..

© Sarojini Naidu

A Creed

Lord let me not in service lag.Let me be worthy of our flag.Let me remember when I'm tired,The sons heroic who have died.In freedom's name and in my..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Brothers All

Under the toiler's grimy shirt,Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,Under the rough outside you view,Is a man who thinks and feels as you.Go talk..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Pup

He tore the curtains yesterday,And scratched the paper on the wall;Ma's rubbers, too, have gone astray—She says she left them in the hall;He tugged..

© Edgar Albert Guest

To A Young Man

The great were once as you.They whom men magnify to-dayOnce groped and blundered on life's way,Were fearful of themselves, and thoughtBy magic was..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Cookie-Lady

She is gentle, kind and fair,And there's silver in her hair;She has known the touch of sorrow,But the smile of her is sweet;And sometimes it seems to..

© Edgar Albert Guest

With Dog And Gun

Out in the woods with a dog an' gunIs my idea of a real day's fun.'Tain't the birds that I'm out to killThat furnish me with the finest thrill,'Cause..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Selling The Old Home

The little house has grown too small, or rather we have grownToo big to dwell within the walls where all our joys were known.And so, obedient to the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Willing Horse

I'd rather be the willing horse that people ride to deathThan be the proud and haughty steed that children dare not touch;I'd rather haul a merry..

© Edgar Albert Guest

September

SEPTEMBER with her brushes dipped in dazzling red and goldNow comes to paint the valleys and the hills;And we forget completely that the year is..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Ma An' Me

There've been times we'd disagreeSomethin' awful, Ma an' me;Times when I would bang the doorNever to come back no more,An' go stompin' down the..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Little Miss Laugh-A-Lot

LITTLE Miss Laugh-a-Lot,Saucy the way you've got,Dancing with glee are the bright eyes of you;Lips like the red, red rose,Cunning, your little..

© Edgar Albert Guest

First Name Friends

Though some may yearn for titles great, and seek the frills of fame,I do not care to have an extra handle to my name.I am not hungry for the pomp of..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Dr. Johnson's Picture Cow

Got a sliver in my handAn' it hurt t' beat the band,An' got white around it, too;Then the first thing that I knewIt was all swelled up, an' PaSaid:..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Greeting

IF every day of yours were fineAnd every sky of yours were blue,You couldn't know such joy of mine,The joy o' being friend to you.You've brushed away..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Independence Day

WHAT does it all mean anyway,Noise of cannon and boom of gun,Deafening, colorful fire displayStarting in with the rising sun?Ah, it means that this..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Cleaning The Furnace

Last night Pa said to Ma: 'My dear, it's gettin' on to fall,It's time I did a little job I do not like at all.I wisht 'at I was rich enough to hire a..

© Edgar Albert Guest