As A Computer (Cemal Sureya Poems)
Gazali used a lake as a computer, Carrying pragmas to the Seljuks, He denied the four directions, always looked up, ...
Gazali used a lake as a computer, Carrying pragmas to the Seljuks, He denied the four directions, always looked up, ...
No, it won't do, my sweet theologians. Desire will not save the morality of God. If he created beings able ...
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour In being the last of one's kind: a topmost ...
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don't know the secret wrote ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
He is quick, thinking in clear images; I am slow, thinking in broken images. He becomes dull, trusting to his ...
Oh to be a Christian, in the throne room of God to be like Isaiah, to be in awe, in ...
How could they lose him, he was only twelve, not know he was with them? Not know for a full ...
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets -- Crows -- and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
Now that my hair has grown long like in those last photographs of John Lennon, sitting on that couch in ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
It is a curious experience And one you"re bound to know, though probably In other realms than that of literature, ...
In the mid-city, under an oiled sky, I lay in a garden of such dusky green It seemed the dregs ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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