The Poetry That Is Life (Ahmad Shamlu Poems)
The theme of the traditional poet Was not of life. In the barren expanse of his imagination He conversed with ...
The theme of the traditional poet Was not of life. In the barren expanse of his imagination He conversed with ...
YOUTH is the season of revolt; at twenty-fiveWe curse the reigning politicians,Wondering that any man aliveStands for such damnable conditions.Whatever ...
A Pantomime of BeadsEarth VoiceISsheThoughtless of life,A lover of imminent death,Nun SnowTouching her strings of white beads?Is it her unseen ...
Follow the pictured forms that Vandyck drew,One life-wide lesson thou mayst learn;Each happy gift, each perfect work and true,Thou to ...
If you want a receipt for a melodramatical, Thrillingly thundery, popular show,Take an old father, unyielding, emphatical, Driving his daughter ...
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight ...
Close to our savior, our brother feeling the yoke, the weight he carried the cross he bore, for me, for ...
These days, these times, more focused, more centered, fasting, praying, thinking about You about the path you walked, in that ...
Study, prayers, fasting growth through study, meditation through some sacrifice, some meager change some discipline, holy, drawing us closer to ...
Closer, ever closer, drawn to the cross, to the foot of the cross our savior's burden his suffering, his sacrifice ...
Dear God, creator of heaven and earth, we thank you for this beautiful day, for your gifts you heap on ...
A traditional mother, dressed in native garb waiting for her son, living in another world, one more familiar to him, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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