Krishna Approaches Radha (Sant Surdas Poems)
Krishna said, 'O fair beauty, who are you?Where do you live? Whose daughter are you?I never yet saw you in ...
Krishna said, 'O fair beauty, who are you?Where do you live? Whose daughter are you?I never yet saw you in ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
——— and their voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound. ———The Muses are turned gossips; ...
Leah Sublime,Goddess above me!Snake of the slimeAlostrael, love me!Our master, the devilProspers the revel.Tread with your footMy heart til it ...
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;Meaning, however, is no great matter) ...
The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue ...
After the sleepy throats of the first birdsHad creaked a madrigal into the sky,A thin sun rose to separate the ...
Oh, I would live in a dairy, And its Colin I would be, And many a rustic fairy ...
A wind comes from the north Blowing little flocks of birds Like spray across the town, And a train, roaring ...
Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds ...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man -- Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish Which circle slowly with a silken ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
I do not swear because I am A sweet and sober guy; I cannot vent a single damn However hard ...
Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the ...
Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from ...
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