No Hope Comes My Way (Mirza Ghalib Poems)
No hope comes my wayNo visage shows itself to meThat death will come one day is definiteThen why does sleep ...
No hope comes my wayNo visage shows itself to meThat death will come one day is definiteThen why does sleep ...
Searching an infinite Where, Probing a bottomless When, Dreamfully wandering, Ceaselessly pondering, What is the Wherefore of men: Bartering life for a There, Selling his soul ...
Below the gardens and the darkening pinesThe living water sinks among the stones,Sinking yet foaming till the snowy tonesMerge with ...
I know not why, but all this weary day,Suggested by no definite grief or pain,Sad fancies have been flitting through ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh,Under the rule of the great King Splosh. And they climb the ...
Now, I always have preserved a certain attitude Quite definite in reference to Work --('Tis futility concealingThat I have the ...
Why feel guilty because the death of a lover causes lust? It is only an animal urge to perpetuate the ...
Guarda mi disse, le feroce ErineLet us come upon him first as if in a dream, anonymous triple presence, memory ...
for Hank and Nancy Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow from his cough. These limp days, his anger, ...
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand ...
Something different, particular a May shower, the other day, not July; certainly not March a specific sound, a definite smell ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
The Moon, how definite its orb! Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze-- 'Tis there indeed,--but where is it ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
This morning, between two branches of a tree Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories