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").
Who Says Words With My Mouth?
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
Who Makes These Changes?
Who makes these changes?I shoot an arrow right.It lands left.I ride after a deer and find myselfChased by a hog.I plot to get what I wantAnd end up..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Who Is At My Door?
He said, 'Who is at my door?'I said, 'Your humble servant.'He said, 'What business do you have?'I said, 'To greet you, 0 Lord.'He said, 'How long..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When The Rose Is Gone
When the rose is gone and the garden fadedyou will no longer hear the nightingale's song.The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.The Beloved is..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When I Die
When I diewhen my coffinis being taken outyou must never thinki am missing this worlddon't shed any tearsdon't lament orfeel sorryi'm not fallinginto..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When I Am Asleep And Crumbling In The Tomb
When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you cometo visit me, I will come forth with speed.You are for me the blast of the trumpet and the..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When Grapes Turn To Wine
When grapes turnto wine, they long for our ability to change.When stars wheelaround the North Pole,they are longing for our growing..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
What Was Told, That
What was said to the rose that made it open was saidto me here in my chest.What was told the cypress that made it strongand straight, what..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
What Hidden Sweetness Is There
217What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly!Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;For if, for instance, the belly of..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Weary Not Of Us, For We Are Very Beautiful
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and properpride that we entered the veil.On the day when we cast of the body’s..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
We Are As The Flute
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.We are as pieces of chess engaged in..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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The minute I heard my first love storyI started looking for you, not knowinghow blind that was.Lovers don’t finally meet somewhereThey’re in each..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Until You'Ve Found Pain
Until you've found pain, you won't reach the cureUntil you've given up life, you won't unite withthe supreme soulUntil you've found fire inside..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Two Kinds Of Intelligence
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,as a child in school memorizes facts and conceptsfrom books and from what the teacher..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Two Friends
A certain person came to the Friend's doorand knocked.'Who's there?''It's me.'The Friend answered, 'Go away. There's no placefor raw meat at this..
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Maiden-Song
Long ago and long ago,And long ago still,There dwelt three merry maidensUpon a distant hill.One was tall Megan,And one was dainty May,But one was..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Maiden May
Maiden May sat in her bower,In her blush rose bower in flower,Sweet of scent;Sat and dreamed away an hour,Half content, half uncontent.‘Why should..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Lullaby, Oh, Lullaby!
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping;Lullaby, oh, lullaby!Stars are up, the moon is peeping;Lullaby, oh, lullaby!While the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Love Me - I Love You
Love me - I love you,Love me, my baby;Sing it high, sing it low,Sing it as may be.Mother's arms under you,Her eyes above you;Sing it high, sing it..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Love From The North
I had a love in soft south land,Beloved through April far in May;He waited on my lightest breath,And never dared to say me nay.He saddened if my..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Love Came Down At Christmas
Love came down at Christmas,Love all lovely, love divine;Love was born at Christmas,Star and angels gave the sign.Worship we the Godhead,Love..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine?
Lord Jesus, who would think that I am Thine?Ah, who would thinkWho sees me ready to turn back or sink,That Thou art mine?I cannot hold Thee fast..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Long Barren
Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,My God, for me;Though I till now be barren, now at lengthLord, give me strengthTo bring forth fruit to..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Light Love
'Oh, sad thy lot before I came,But sadder when I go;My presence but a flash of flame,A transitory glowBetween two barren wastes like snow.What wilt..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Life And Death
Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweetTo shut our eyes and die:Nor feel the wild flowers blow, nor birds dart byWith flitting butterfly,Nor..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti