Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Approaching Night

O take this world away from me;Its strife I cannot bear to see,Its very praises hurt me moreThan een its coldness did before,Its hollow ways torment..

© John Clare

An Invite, To Eternity

Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade,Of night and dark obscurity;Where the path has..

© John Clare

All Nature Has A Feeling

All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooksAre life eternal: and in silence theySpeak happiness beyond the reach of books;There's nothing mortal..

© John Clare

A World For Love

Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair;Was there a nook in..

© John Clare

A Vision

I lost the love of heaven above,I spurned the lust of earth below,I felt the sweets of fancied loveAnd hell itself my only foe.I lost earth's joys..

© John Clare

Winds Of May

Winds of May, that dance on the sea,Dancing a ring-around in gleeFrom furrow to furrow, while overheadThe foam flies up to be garlanded,In silvery..

© James Joyce

Who Goes Amid The Green Wood

Who goes amid the green woodWith springtide all adorning her?Who goes amid the merry green woodTo make it merrier?Who passes in the sunlightBy ways..

© James Joyce

When The Shy Star Goes Forth In Heaven

When the shy star goes forth in heavenAll maidenly, disconsolate,Hear you amid the drowsy evenOne who is singing by your gate.His song is softer than..

© James Joyce

What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon

What counsel has the hooded moonPut in thy heart, my shyly sweet,Of Love in ancient plenilune,Glory and stars beneath his feet -- -A sage that is but..

© James Joyce

Watching The Needleboats At San Sabba

I heard their young hearts cryingLoveward above the glancing oarAnd heard the prairie grasses sighing:No more, return no more!O hearts, O sighing..

© James Joyce

Villanelle Of The Temptress

Are you not weary of ardent ways,Lure of the fallen seraphim?Tell no more of enchanted days.Your eyes have set man's heart ablazeAnd you have had..

© James Joyce

Tutto È Sciolto

A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone starPiercing the west,As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,Rememberest.The clear young eyes' soft..

© James Joyce

Tilly

He travels after a winter sun,Urging the cattle along a cold red road,Calling to them, a voice they know,He drives his beasts above Cabra.The voice..

© James Joyce

Though I Thy Mithridates Were

Though I thy Mithridates were,Framed to defy the poison-dart,Yet must thou fold me unawareTo know the rapture of thy heart,And I but render and..

© James Joyce

Thou Leanest To The Shell Of Night

Thou leanest to the shell of night,Dear lady, a divining ear.In that soft choiring of delightWhat sound hath made thy heart to fear?Seemed it of..

© James Joyce

This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart

This heart that flutters near my heartMy hope and all my riches is,Unhappy when we draw apartAnd happy between kiss and kiss:My hope and all my..

© James Joyce

The Twilight Turns

The twilight turns from amethystTo deep and deeper blue,The lamp fills with a pale green glowThe trees of the avenue.The old piano plays an..

© James Joyce

The Ballad Of Persse O'Reilly

Have you heard of one Humpty DumptyHow he fell with a roll and a rumbleAnd curled up like Lord Olofa CrumpleBy the butt of the Magazine..

© James Joyce

Strings In The Earth And Air

Strings in the earth and airMake music sweet;Strings by the river whereThe willows meet.There's music along the riverFor Love wanders there,Pale..

© James Joyce

Song

My love is in a light attireAmong the apple trees,Where the gay winds do most desireTo run in companies.There, where the gay winds stay to wooThe..

© James Joyce

Sleep Now, O Sleep Now

Sleep now, O sleep now,O you unquiet heart!A voice crying 'Sleep now'Is heard in my heart.The voice of the winterIs heard at the door.O sleep, for..

© James Joyce

Simples

O bella bionda,Sei come l'onda!Of cool sweet dew and radiance mildThe moon a web of silence weavesIn the still garden where a childGathers the simple..

© James Joyce

Silently She's Combing

Silently she's combing,Combing her long hairSilently and graciously,With many a pretty air.The sun is in the willow leavesAnd on the dappled..

© James Joyce

She Weeps Over Rahoon

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,Where my dark lover lies.Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,At grey moonrise.Love, hear..

© James Joyce

Rain Has Fallen All The Day

Rain has fallen all the day.O come among the laden trees:The leaves lie thick upon the wayOf memories.Staying a little by the wayOf memories shall we..

© James Joyce