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").
Song Of A Dream
ONCE in the dream of a night I stoodLone in the light of a magical wood,Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;And spirits of Truth were the..
© Sarojini Naidu
In Salutation To The Eternal Peace
Men say the world is full of fear and hate,And all life's ripening harvest-fields awaitThe restless sickle of relentless fate.But I, sweet Soul..
© Sarojini Naidu
Alabaster
LIKE this alabaster box whose artIs frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,Carven with delicate dreams and wroughtWith many a subtle and exquisite..
© Sarojini Naidu
Life
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seemsLife is a lovely stalactite of dreams,Or carnival of careless joys that leapAbout your hearts like..
© Sarojini Naidu
In The Bazaars Of Hyderabad
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with panels of..
© Sarojini Naidu
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