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").
At Noey's House
At Noey's house--when they arrived with him--How snug seemed everything, and neat and trim:The little picket-fence, and little gate--It's little..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Last
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut inWith shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon has beenAn hour agone seems..
© James Whitcomb Riley
As My Uncle Used To Say
I've thought a power on men and things,As my uncle ust to say,--And ef folks don't work as they pray, i jings!W'y, they ain't no use to pray!Ef you..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Utter Loaf
I.An afternoon as ripe with heatAs might the golden pippin beWith mellowness if at my feetIt dropped now from the apple-treeMy hammock swings in..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Jap Miller
Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit!When _he_ starts in a-talkin' other folks is apt to quit!--'Pears like that mouth o' his'n..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Leonainie
Leonainie--Angels named her;And they took the lightOf the laughing stars and framed herIn a smile of white;And they made her hair of gloomyMidnight..
© James Whitcomb Riley
John Mckeen
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and his..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Five-Coloured Garment
I am infused in the Lord's hue, O friend.Pray, get my garment dyed in five coloursso I may go and play in the arbour.within the alcove I will meet my..
© Mirabai
Strange Are The Decrees Of Fate
Strange are the decrees of fate.Behold the large eyes of the deer!Yet he is forced to roam the forests.The harsh crane has brilliant plumage,While..
© Mirabai
Out In A Downpour
Out in a downpourin a sopping wetskirt.And you have gone to a distant country.Unbearable heart,letter after letterjust asking when,my lord, whenare..
© Mirabai
The Beloved Comes Home
The one I longed for has come home;The raging fire of separation is quenched.Now I rejoice with Him, I sing in bliss.The peacocks at the cloud's..
© Mirabai
It's True I Went To The Market
My friend, I went to the market and bought the Dark One.You claim by night, I claim by day.Actually I was beating a drum all the time I was buying..
© Mirabai
Why Mira Can'T Come Back To Her Old House
The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira's body; all the other colors washed out.Making love with the Dark One and eating little, those are my..
© Mirabai
Torn In Shreds
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.Father, mother, brother..
© Mirabai
The Heat Of Midnight Tears
Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,Kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.If we could reach the Lord through immersion..
© Mirabai
Friend, Without That Dark Raptor
Friend, without that Dark raptorI could not survive.Mother-in-law shrills at me,her daughter sneers,the prince stumbles about in a permanent fury.Now..
© Mirabai
Mira Knows Why
The earth looked at Him and began to dance.Mira knows why, for her soul toois in love.If you cannot picture Godin a way that alwaysstrengthensyou,You..
© Mirabai
I am true to my Lord
I am true to my Lord,O my companions, there is nothing to be ashamed of nowSince I have been seen dancing openly.In the day I have no hungerAt night..
© Mirabai
O I Saw Witchcraft Tonight
O I saw witchcraft tonightin the region of Braj.A milking girl going her rounds,a pot on her head,came face to face with the Dark One.My friend, she..
© Mirabai
Only He Knows The Bitterness Of Love
Only he knows the bitterness of loveWho has deeply felt its pangs.When you are in troubleNo one comes near you:When fortune smiles.All come to share..
© Mirabai
The Rainy Season
The rainy season is abroadAnd the skirt of my dress is wet.You have gone off to distant lands,And my heart finds it unbearable.I keep sending letters..
© Mirabai
Turn Back?
This infamy, O my Prince,is delicious!Some revile me,others applaud,I simply follow my incomprehensible road.A razor-thin pathbut you meet some good..
© Mirabai
The Saffron
The saffron of virtue and contentmentIs dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection.Pink and red clouds of emotion are flying about,Limitless..
© Mirabai