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").

Do Not Go To The Garden Of Flowers

Do not go to the garden of flowers!Do not go to the garden of flowers!O Friend! go not there;In your body is the garden of flowers.Take your seat on..

© Kabir

Chewing Slowly

Chewing slowly,Only after I’d eatenMy grandmother,Mother,Son-in-law,Two brothers-in-law,And father-in-law(His big family included)In that order,And..

© Kabir

Brother, I'Ve Seen Some

Brother, I've seen someAstonishing sights:A lion keeping watchOver pasturing cows;A mother deliveredAfter her son was;A guru prostratedBefore his..

© Kabir

Between The Poles Of The Conscious

BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never..

© Kabir

Are You Looking For Me?

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.My shoulder is against yours.you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrinerooms, nor in..

© Kabir

Abode Of The Beloved

Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,Where My Complete Beloved Is.In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,No Truth or UntruthNeither Sin..

© Kabir

Thank You, Doctor, Every Day

When I feel sick or tired or blue,I know my doctor will help me through.They check my heart, they calm my fears,They’ve been my friend for many..

© National Doctors Day

Doctor’s Day Parade

Let’s march for doctors, one and all,Who answer every urgent call.They rush to help both night and day,No matter what comes on the way.With..

© National Doctors Day

The White Coat Angel

Not all angels have wings to fly,Some wear white coats and stay nearby.They don’t live high up in the sky,They’re here to help when we feel shy.When..

© National Doctors Day

Our Doctor Heroes

Doctors are heroes, strong and kind,With brilliant hands and thoughtful mind.They heal the sick, they calm our cries,They wipe the tears from worried..

© National Doctors Day

The Doctor’s Heart

A doctor’s heart is full of care,It beats for people everywhere.From early dawn to late at night,They work to make the world all right.With steady..

© National Doctors Day

Trapped Dingo

So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with redyour sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,they crushed out your throat the terrible songyou sang..

© Judith Wright

Sonnet

Now let the draughtsman of my eyes be donemarking the line of petal and of hill.Let the long commentary of the brainbe silent. Evening and the earth..

© Judith Wright

Bullocky

Beside his heavy-shouldered teamthirsty with drought and chilled with rain,he weathered all the striding yearstill they ran widdershins in his..

© Judith Wright

All Things Conspire

All things conspire to hold me from you –even my love,since that would mask you and unname youtill merely woman and man we live.All men wear arms..

© Judith Wright

Blue Arab

The small blue Arab stallion dances on the hilllike a glancing breaker, like a storm rearing in the sky,In his prick-ears,the wind, that wanderer and..

© Judith Wright

The Sisters

In the vine-shadows on the veranda;under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,sit two sisters. Their slow voices runlike little winter creeks..

© Judith Wright

Turning Fifty

Having known war and peaceand loss and finding,I drink my coffee and waitfor the sun to rise,With kitchen swept, cat fed,the day will quiet,I taste..

© Judith Wright

To A Child

When I was a child I sawa burning bird in a tree.I see became I am,I am became I see.In winter dawns of frostthe lamp swung in my hand.The battered..

© Judith Wright

Drought Year

That time of drought the embered airburned to the roots of timber and grass.The crackling lime-scrub would not bearand Mooni Creek was sand that..

© Judith Wright

Lyrebirds

Over the west side of the mountain,that’s lyrebird country.I could go down there, they say, in the early morning,and I’d see them, I’d hear them.Ten..

© Judith Wright

Woman To Child

You who were darkness warmed my fleshwhere out of darkness rose the seed.Then all a world I made in me;all the world you hear and seehung upon my..

© Judith Wright

Northern River

When summer days grow harshmy thoughts return to my river,fed by white mountain springs,beloved of the shy bird, the bellbird,whose cry is like..

© Judith Wright

Naked Girl And Mirror

This is not I. I had no body once-only what served my need to laugh and runand stare at stars and tentatively danceon the fringe of foam and wave and..

© Judith Wright

The Trains

Tunnelling through the night, the trains passin a splendour of power, with a sound like thundershaking the orchards, wakingthe young from a dream..

© Judith Wright