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").
A City's Death By Fire
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;Under a candle's eye, that smoked..
© Derek Walcott
Midsummer, Tobago
Broad sun-stoned beaches.White heat.A green river.A bridge,scorched yellow palmsfrom the summer-sleeping housedrowsing through August.Days I have..
© Derek Walcott
Love After Love
The time will comewhen, with elationyou will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirrorand each will smile at the other's..
© Derek Walcott
This Dog
Every morning this dog, very attached to me,Quietly keeps sitting near my seatTill touching its headI recognize its company.This recognition gives it..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding)
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?This is not how a lover should behave.When evening flowers droop upon..
© Rabindranath Tagore
I Found A Few Old Letters
XIVI found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 21- 30
21THEY throw their shadows before themwho carry their lantern on their back.22THAT I existis a perpetual surprisewhich is life.23'WE, the rustling..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xliv: Reverend Sir, Forgive
Reverend sir, forgive this pair ofsinners. Spring winds to-day areblowing in wild eddies, driving dustand dead leaves away, and with themyour lessons..
© Rabindranath Tagore
We Are To Play The Game Of Death
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I.The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 1 - 10
1STRAY birds of summer come to my windowto sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.2O..
© Rabindranath Tagore
My Dependence
I like to be dependent, and so for everwith warmth and care of my mothermy father , to love, kiss and embracewear life happily in all their grace.I..
© Rabindranath Tagore
When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song
Then finish the last song and let usleave.Forget this night when the night isno more.Whom do I try to clasp in myarms? Dreams can never be made..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 71 - 80
71THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.The tree gave it.72IN my solitude of heartI feel the sigh of this widowed eveningveiled..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green
Over the green and yellow rice-fieldssweep the shadows of the autumnclouds followed by the swift-chasingsun.The bees forget to sip their..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 51 - 60
51YOUR idol is shattered in the dustto prove that God's dust is greater thanyour idol.52MAN does not reveal himself in his history,he struggles up..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride
Let your work be, bride. Listen, theguest has come.Do you hear, he is gently shakingthe chain which fastens the door?See that your anklets make no..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On
The fair was on before the temple.It had rained from the early morningand the day came to its end.Brighter than all the gladness ofthe crowd was the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag
I hunt for the golden stag.You may smile, my friends, but Ipursue the vision that eludes me.I run across hills and dales, I wanderthrough nameless..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxi: Why Did He Choose
Why did he choose to come to mydoor, the wandering youth, when theday dawned?As I come in and out I pass by himevery time, and my eyes are caught..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxii: When She Passed By Me
When she passed by me with quicksteps, the end of her skirt touchedme.From the unknown island of aheart came a sudden warm breath ofspring.A flutter..
© Rabindranath Tagore
From Afar
The 'I' that floats along the wave of time,From a distance I watch him.With the dust and the water,With the fruit and the flower,With the All he is..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Unheeded Pageant
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and coveredyour sweet limbs with that little red tunic?You have come out in the morning to play..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 61 - 70
61TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.It loses its wreath of foamwhen poured into that of others.62THE Perfect decks itself in beautyfor the love of..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxix: Speak To Me My Love
Speak to me, my love! Tell me inwords what you sang.The night is dark. The stars arelost in clouds. The wind is sighingthrough the leaves.I will let..
© Rabindranath Tagore