Immortal Eve – III (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1Peace, clamorous trumpets! Silence, drums!Be breathless all and hush!Let die applause. My lady comes,My lady of the blush.She's bashfuller than ...
1Peace, clamorous trumpets! Silence, drums!Be breathless all and hush!Let die applause. My lady comes,My lady of the blush.She's bashfuller than ...
To-night a strong south wind in thunder singsAcross the city. Now by salt wet flats,And ridges perished with the breath ...
I will row my boat on Muckross Lake when the grey of the dove Comes down at the end of the ...
A migrant song-bird I,Out of the blue, between the sea and the sky,Landward blown on bright, untiring wings;Out of the ...
Far out, far out they lie. Like stricken women weeping, Eternal vigil keeping with slow and silent tread-Soft-shod as are the ...
The breath of summer stirs the trees,A thousand roses round me bloom,Whose saffron petals give the breezeA wealth of exquisite ...
Have you ever seen a shining shipRiding the broad-backed wave,While the sailors pull the ropes and singThe chantey's lusty stave?Have ...
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post.I hummed a short blues. When the stars went outI studied ...
Not unto endless dark do we go down,Though all the wisdom of wide earth said yea,Yet my fond heart would ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother, Waste no sighs;There are my sisters, there is my little brother ...
THESE logs with drama and with dream are rife, For all their golden Summers and green Springs Through leaf and ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post. I hummed a short blues. When the stars went out ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
The grain of the exposed boards Speaks through the wall of the years We are back in our cottage On ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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