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").
Noble Sisters
'Now did you mark a falcon,Sister dear, sister dear,Flying toward my windowIn the morning cool and clear?With jingling bells about her neck,But what..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
No, Thank You John
I never said I loved you, John:Why will you tease me day by day,And wax a weariness to think uponWith always "do" and "pray"?You Know I never loved..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
My Friend
Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,With living lips and eyes:Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;So pale, yet still so fair.We have not left her..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
My Dream
Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last nightEach word whereof is weighed and sifted truth.I stood beside Euphrates while it swelledLike overflowing..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
My Baby Has A Mottled Fist
My baby has a mottled fist,My baby has a neck in creases;My baby kisses and is kissed,For he's the very thing for kisses.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
My Baby Has A Father And A Mother
My baby has a father and a mother,Rich little baby!Fatherless, motherless, I know anotherForlorn as may be:Poor little baby!
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother
Motherless baby and babyless mother,Bring them together to love one another.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree
Mother shake the cherry-tree,Susan catch a cherry;Oh how funny that will be,Let's be merry!One for brother, one for sister,Two for mother more,Six..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mother Country
Oh what is that countryAnd where can it be,Not mine own country,But dearer far to me?Yet mine own country,If I one day may seeIts spices and..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Monna Innominata: A Sonnet Of Sonnets
1 Lo dì che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - DanteAmor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! - Petrarca Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:--Or..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mix A Pancake
Mix a pancake,Stir a pancake,Pop it in the pan;Fry the pancake,Toss the pancake, -Catch it if you can.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mirage
The hope I dreamed of was a dream,Was but a dream; and now I wake,Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,For a dream's sake.I hang my harp upon a..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Minnie Bakes Oaten Cakes
Minnie bakes oaten cakes,Minnie brews ale,All because her Johnny's comingHome from sea.And she glows like a roseWho was so pale,And ‘Are you sure the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Minnie And Mattie
Minnie and MattieAnd fat little May,Out in the country,Spending a day.Such a bright day,With the sun glowing,And the trees half in leaf,And the grass..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Memory
II nursed it in my bosom while it lived,I hid it in my heart when it was dead;In joy I sat alone, even so I grievedAlone and nothing said.I shut the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
May
I cannot tell you how it was,But this I know: it came to passUpon a bright and sunny dayWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!As yet the poppies were..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Maude Clare
Out of the church she followed themWith a lofty step and mien:His bride was like a village maid,Maude Clare was like a queen.“Son Thomas, ” his lady..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Marvel Of Marvels
MARVEL of marvels, if I myself shall beholdWith mine own eyes my King in His city of gold;Where the least of lambs is spotless white in the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Margaret Has A Milking-Pail
Margaret has a milking-pail,And she rises early;Thomas has a threshing-flail,And he's up betimes.Sometimes crossing through the grassWhere the dew..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Zero Circle
Be helpless, dumbfounded,Unable to say yes or no.Then a stretcher will come from graceTo gather us up.We are too dull-eyed to see that beautyIf we..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Your Grief....
Your grief for what youve lost holds a mirrorup to where you're bravely working.Expecting the worst, you look and instead,here's the joyful face..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
You Personify God's Message
You personify God's message.You reflect the King's face.There is nothing in the universe that you are notEverything you want, look for it within..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
With Passion
Withpassion pray. Withpassion work. With passion make love.With passion eat and drink and dance and play.Why look like a dead fishin this oceanofGod?
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Whoever Brought Me Here
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Whoever Brought Me Here
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi