Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O’Clock Poems) (Nazim Hikmet Poems)
Remembering you is goodin prisonamid the newsof victory and deathas my fortieth year passes...Remembering you is goodyour handforgotten upon a ...
Remembering you is goodin prisonamid the newsof victory and deathas my fortieth year passes...Remembering you is goodyour handforgotten upon a ...
1I am a great AmericanI am almost nationalistic about it!I love America like a madness!But I am afraid to return ...
Speak not a word of wild, blaspheming grief!Be proud, be brave, though fallen in the strife,And gaze, oh poet, with ...
Dear people, swelled in fool's wisdomAnd clinging to error so fanciful,To the skies, adorned in hosts of fair stars,Look up ...
Nothing is lost.We are too sad to know that, or too blind;Only in visited moments do we understand:It is not ...
You strange old ghouls,Who gloat with dulled old eyes,Over those lists,Those dreadful lists,To see what nameOf friend of relation,However distant,May ...
Paraphrased From David's Psalms. Psalm XIX.THE arched heavens ere since the birth of timeInstruct the earth, in characters sublime, ...
CHORUSSince they are crumbling, turn on the radio,The streets, dogs, god's all assetsEPISODELoosens out of our hands, spills out everythingWe ...
O earth, sufficing all our needs, O you With room for body and for spirit too, How patient while your children vex their souls Devising alien heavens beyond your blue! Dear dwelling of the immortal and unseen, How obstinate in my blindness have I been, Not comprehending what your tender calls, Veiled promises and reassurance, mean. Not far and cold the way that they have gone Who through your sundering darkness have withdrawn; Almost within our hand-reach they remain Who pass beyond the sequence of the dawn. Not far and strange the Heaven, but very near, Your children's hearts unknowingly hold dear. At times we almost catch the door swung wide. An unforgotten voice almost we hear. I am the heir of Heaven — and you are just. You, you alone I know — and you I trust. I have sought God beyond His farthest star — But here I find Him, in your quickening dust.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
On the far horizon waved some flicker of lightMy heart, a city of suffering, awoke in a state of dreamMy ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
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