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 Plum Is Not A Plum

A city plum is not a plum;A dumb-bell is no bell, though dumb;A party rat is not a rat;A sailor's cat is not a cat;A soldier's frog is not a frog;A..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Christmas Carol

In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moan,Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Chilly Night

I rose at the dead of nightAnd went to the lattice aloneTo look for my Mother's ghostWhere the ghostly moonlight shone.My friends had failed one by..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Chill

What can lambkins doAll the keen night through?Nestle by their woolly motherThe careful ewe.What can nestlings doIn the nightly dew?Sleep beneath..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break

I will accept thy will to do and be,Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,Thy will at least to love, that burns withinAnd thirsteth after Me:So will I..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Birthday

My heart is like a singing birdWhose nest is in a water'd shoot;My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;My heart is..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Bird’s-Eye View

'Croak, croak, croak,'Thus the Raven spoke,Perched on his crooked treeAs hoarse as hoarse could be.Shun him and fear him,Lest the Bridegroom hear..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Better Ressurection

I have no wit, no words, no tears;My heart within me like a stoneIs numbed too much for hopes or fears.Look right, look left, I dwell alone;I lift..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Ballad Of Boding

There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams;What seems is not always as it seems.I looked out of my window in the sweet new morning,And there I saw..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It

A baby's cradle with no baby in it,A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,The body waiting here.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

This Will Not Win Him

Reason says,I will win him with my eloquence.Love says,I will win him with my silence.Soul says,How can I ever win himWhen all I have is already..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This We Have Now

This we have nowis not imagination.This is notgrief or joy.Not a judging state,or an elation,or sadness.Those come and go.This is the presence that..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This Is Love

This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;At first instance, to break away from breath -first step, to renounce feet;To..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This Is Love

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.First, to let go of live.In the end, to take a step without..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This Aloneness

This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.To be one with the truth for just a..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

There Is A Way

There is a way between voice and presencewhere information flows.In disciplined silence it opens.With wandering talk it closes.

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

There Is A Life-Force Within Your Soul

There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek thatmine.O traveler, if you are in search of..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

There Is A Community Of Spirit

There is a community of the spirit.Join it, and feel the delightof walking in the noisy streetand being the noise.Drink all your passion,and be a..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

There Is A Candle In Your Heart

There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to bestitched.O, you who are..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

There Are A Hundred Kinds Of Prayer (Quatrain In Farsi With English Translation)

emrôz chô har rôz, kharâb-êm kharâbma-g'shâ dar andêsha-wo bar gîr rabâbSad gôna namâz-ast-o rukû`-ast-o sujûdân-râ ke jamâl-é dôst bâsh-ad..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

The Way Things Should

What willour children do in the morning?Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,the way wingsshould?Will they have dreamed the needed..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

The Time Has Come For Us To Become Madmen In Your Chain

The time has come for us to become madmen in your chain, toburst our bonds and become estranged from all;To yield up our souls, no more to bear the..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

The Temple Of Love

The temple of love is not love itself;True love is the treasure,Not the walls about it.Do not admire the decoration,But involve yourself in the..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

The Taste Of Morning

Time's knife slides from the sheath,as fish from where it swims.Being closer and closer is the desireof the body. Don't wish for union!There's a..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

The Springtime Of Lovers Has Come

The springtime of Lovers has come,that this dust bowl may become a garden;the proclamation of heaven has come,that the bird of the soul may rise in..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi