One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing ...
Husn aur MazdooriEk dosheeza sarak par, dhoop mein hai be-qarar,Choorian bajti hain kankar kootne mein bar, bar.Choorion ke saaz mein ...
I was walking by the road, I do notknow why, when the noonday was pastand bamboo branches rustled in thewind. The ...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by ourlane. Every day I meet the hawker ...
Baat niklegi to phir door talak jaayegi,Log be-vajah udaasi ka sabab poochhenge,Yeh bhi poochhenge ki tum itni pareshaan kyon ho,Ungliyaan ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
Today I saw the shop-girl goDown gay Broadway to meet her beau.Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,She spread abroad and took the ...
Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikayChhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikayPrem bhatee ka madhva pilaikayMatvali kar ...
Mora jobana navelara, bhayo hai gulaal,Kaisi dhar dini bikas mori maal.Mora jobana navelara.......Nijamudin aulia ko koyi samajhaaye,Jyon jyon manaon, wo ...
Their baubles and bangles, their earrings and bracelets, were all melted down, their shining things, their gold poured into the ...
Slowly, over the course of the week the house of place of memory of Christmas cheer, of garland and glow, ...
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
I was walking by the road, I do not know why, when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled ...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane. Every day I meet ...
The red room with the giant bed Where none but elders laid their head; The little room where you and ...
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