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").

Behind The Scenes

Is it your facethat adorns the garden?Is it your fragrancethat intoxicates this garden?Is it your spiritthat has made this brooka river of..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Because I Cannot Sleep

Because I cannot sleepI make music at night.I am troubled by the onewhose face has the color of spring flowers.I have neither sleep nor..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Be With Those Who Help Your Being

Be with those who help your being.Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breathcomes cold out of their mouths.Not these visible forms, your work is..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Be Lost In The Call

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,why did you create these two worlds?Reality replied: O prisoner of time,I was a secret treasure of..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Bad Dreams

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.You'll say, ‘ I can't believe I was so asleep!How did I ever forget the truth?How ridiculous to..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

At The Twilight

At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;Then it landed on earth to look at me.Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;That moon stole me..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Any Soul That Drank The Nectar

Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.From that water of life he is in a state of elation.Death came, smelled me, and sensed your..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

beauty, love, divinity, eternity

Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the masterIs either death in disguise or a deep sleep.The water that pollutes you is poison;The poison that..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

life, death, transformation, rebirth

All through eternityBeauty unveils His exquisite formin the solitude of nothingness;He holds a mirror to His Faceand beholds His own beauty.he is the..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A Stone I Died

A stone I died and rose again a plant;A plant I died and rose an animal;I died an animal and was born a man.Why should I fear? What have I lost by..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A New Rule

It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other,to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene.The lover is even worse than a drunkard.I will..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A Moment Of Happiness

A moment of happiness,you and I sitting on the verandah,apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.We feel the flowing water of life here,you and I..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Youth And Age. (Sonnet Iii.)

Oh give me back the days when loose and freeTo my blind passion were the curb and rein,Oh give me back the angelic face again,With which all virtue..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Woodstock Park

Here in a little rustic hermitageAlfred the Saxon King, Alfred the Great,Postponed the cares of king-craft to translateThe Consolations of the Roman..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Woods In Winter

When winter winds are piercing chill,And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill,That overbrows the lonely vale.O'er..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Whither? (From The German Of Müller)

I heard a brooklet gushingFrom its rocky fountain near,Down into the valley rushing,So fresh and wondrous clear.I know not what came o'er me,Nor who..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)

O little feet! that such long yearsMust wander on through hopes and fears,Must ache and bleed beneath your load;I, nearer to the wayside innWhere..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wapentake

To Alfred TennysonPoet! I come to touch thy lance with mine;Not as a knight, who on the listed fieldOf tourney touched his adversary's shieldIn token..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)

I.Thou that from the heavens art,Every pain and sorrow stillest,And the doubly wretched heartDoubly with refreshment fillest,I am weary with..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Walter Von Der Vogel Weid

Vogelweid the Minnesinger,When he left this world of ours,Laid his body in the cloister,Under Wurtzburg's minster towers.And he gave the monks his..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)

When Mazarvan the MagicianJourneyed westward through Cathay,Nothing heard he but the praisesOf Badoura on his way.But the lessening rumor endedWhen..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Voices Of The Night : The Reaper And The Flowers

There is a Reaper whose name is Death,And, with his sickle keen,He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,And the flowers that grow between.'Shall I..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars

The night is come, but not too soon;And sinking silently,All silently, the little moonDrops down behind the sky.There is no light in earth or..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City

I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,Some legend strange and vague,That a midnight host of spectres paleBeleaguered the walls of Prague.Beside..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Voices Of The Night : Prelude

Pleasant it was, when woods were green,And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping boughs betweenShadows dark..

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow