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").
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
The Song Of The Wreck
The wind blew high, the waters raved,A ship drove on the land,A hundred human creatures savedKneel'd down upon the sand.Threescore were drown'd..
© Charles Dickens
The Hymn Of The Wiltshire Laborers
O God! who by Thy prophet's handDidst smite the rocky brake,Whence water came, at Thy command,Thy people's thirst to slake;Strike, now, upon this..
© Charles Dickens
A Fine Old English Gentleman
I'll sing you a new ballad, and I'll warrant it first-rate,Of the days of that old gentleman who had that old estate;When they spent the public money..
© Charles Dickens
Gabriel's Grub Song
Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;A rich, juicy..
© Charles Dickens