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").
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Our three cats is Maltese cats,An' they's two that's white,--An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.--Uncle say that..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Job Work
'Write me a rhyme of the present time'.And the poet took his penAnd wrote such lines as the miser mindsHide in the hearts of men.He grew enthused, as..
© James Whitcomb Riley
By Her White Bed
By her white bed I muse a little space:She fell asleep--not very long ago,--And yet the grass was here and not the snow--The leaf, the bud, the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Bryant
The harp has fallen from the master's hand;Mute is the music, voiceless are the strings,Save such faint discord as the wild wind flingsIn sad aeolian..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Billy And His Drum
Ho! it's come, kids, come!'With a bim! bam! bum!Here's little Billy bangin' on his big bass drum!He's a-marchin' round the room,With his..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Noon--And Midnight
Far in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his ownThe wife's sweet face in slumber pressed--yet he awake--alone!alone!In vain he..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Merman
IWho would beA merman gay,Singing alone,Sitting alone,With a mermaid's knee,For instance--hey--For a throne?III would be a merman gay;I would sit and..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Noey's House
At Noey's house--when they arrived with him--How snug seemed everything, and neat and trim:The little picket-fence, and little gate--It's little..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Last
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut inWith shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon has beenAn hour agone seems..
© James Whitcomb Riley
As My Uncle Used To Say
I've thought a power on men and things,As my uncle ust to say,--And ef folks don't work as they pray, i jings!W'y, they ain't no use to pray!Ef you..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Utter Loaf
I.An afternoon as ripe with heatAs might the golden pippin beWith mellowness if at my feetIt dropped now from the apple-treeMy hammock swings in..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Jap Miller
Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit!When _he_ starts in a-talkin' other folks is apt to quit!--'Pears like that mouth o' his'n..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Leonainie
Leonainie--Angels named her;And they took the lightOf the laughing stars and framed herIn a smile of white;And they made her hair of gloomyMidnight..
© James Whitcomb Riley
John Mckeen
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and his..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Five-Coloured Garment
I am infused in the Lord's hue, O friend.Pray, get my garment dyed in five coloursso I may go and play in the arbour.within the alcove I will meet my..
© Mirabai
Strange Are The Decrees Of Fate
Strange are the decrees of fate.Behold the large eyes of the deer!Yet he is forced to roam the forests.The harsh crane has brilliant plumage,While..
© Mirabai
Out In A Downpour
Out in a downpourin a sopping wetskirt.And you have gone to a distant country.Unbearable heart,letter after letterjust asking when,my lord, whenare..
© Mirabai
The Beloved Comes Home
The one I longed for has come home;The raging fire of separation is quenched.Now I rejoice with Him, I sing in bliss.The peacocks at the cloud's..
© Mirabai
It's True I Went To The Market
My friend, I went to the market and bought the Dark One.You claim by night, I claim by day.Actually I was beating a drum all the time I was buying..
© Mirabai
Why Mira Can'T Come Back To Her Old House
The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira's body; all the other colors washed out.Making love with the Dark One and eating little, those are my..
© Mirabai
Torn In Shreds
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.Father, mother, brother..
© Mirabai
The Heat Of Midnight Tears
Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,Kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.If we could reach the Lord through immersion..
© Mirabai
Friend, Without That Dark Raptor
Friend, without that Dark raptorI could not survive.Mother-in-law shrills at me,her daughter sneers,the prince stumbles about in a permanent fury.Now..
© Mirabai
Mira Knows Why
The earth looked at Him and began to dance.Mira knows why, for her soul toois in love.If you cannot picture Godin a way that alwaysstrengthensyou,You..
© Mirabai