The Cloud Messenger – Part 03 (Kalidasa Poems)
Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you ...
Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you ...
I. O tear-eyed goddess of the marble brow, Who showerest snows of tresses on the night Of anguished temples! lonely watcher, thou Who bendest ...
Upon the grass no longer hangs the dew;Forth hies the mower with his glittering scythe,In snowy shirt bedight, and all ...
THE dreamy earth is flooded o'erWith warm and hazy light,September's latest boon, beforeShe feels the hoar frost in the night;And, ...
BEYOND our moss-grown pathway liesA dell so fair, to genial eyes,It dawns an ever-fresh surprise!To touch its charms with gentler ...
I was returning from hunting, and walking along an avenue of the garden, mydog running in front of me.Suddenly he ...
The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,The half-grown chrysanthemums staring ...
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
Noiselessly the planets will blow by,Like smoke, like breath, like driven snow; Frost-bitten suns on on, on on will blow; ...
A wild-bear chace, didst never see? Then hast thou lived in vain.Thy richest bump of glorious glee, Lies ...
"IIn morning breeze, the Indian summer's gold Of sun on Mildred's happy cheeks aglow Beneath dark hair; it glistens on ...
Beneath my window in a city street A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim And only half believed: the ...
A scrap book that just sort of grewover the years along with you,without a set of rules or plan,just a ...
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
My locks are shorn for sorrow Of love which may not be; Tomorrow and tomorrow Are plotting cruelty. The winter ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
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