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").
The Dying Light
My mother all of ninety has to be tied upin her wheelchair, yet still she leans far out of it sideways;she juts there brokenly,able to cutwith the..
© Robert Gray
Annotation
It has always seemed to me that neutral things would help usif only we could hearthe eloquenceof their dumb ministry.What is it that these things of..
© Robert Gray
Byron Bay: Winter
Barely contained by the eyesight,the beach makes one great arc -blue ranges overlapped behind it;each of them a tide-mark.About me, swamp-oaks'..
© Robert Gray
Wing-Beat
In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a seasonthrough the occlusionof summer by another hemisphere.Going therethe winter tolls twiceacross the year...
© Robert Gray
Nine Bowls of Water
Clear water, in silvery tin dishesdented as ping pong balls:a lemon juice tinge of the staling light is in them;they've a faint lid of dust.A potted..
© Robert Gray
Twilight
These long starsonstalksthat have grown upearlyand are likewaterplants and that standin allthe pools and the lakeevenat the brimofthe dark..
© Robert Gray
A Bowl Of Pears
Swarthy as oilcloth and as squatas Sancho Panzawearing a beret’s little stalkthe pearitself suggests the application of some rigourthe finest..
© Robert Gray
Harbour Dusk
She and I came wandering there through an empty park,and we laid our hands on a stone parapet’sfading life. Before us, across the oily, aubergine..
© Robert Gray
In Departing Light
My mother all of ninety has to be tied upin her wheelchair, but still she leans far out of it sideways;she juts there brokenly,able to cutwith the..
© Robert Gray
Oh Mother, Blessed I Am, To Be Born To You
Oh mother, Blessed I am, to be born to youBlessed is my soul, to be nourished by your loveI don't care if you are adorned like a queenI don't care if..
© Kuvempu
The Song Of The Wreck
The wind blew high, the waters raved,A ship drove on the land,A hundred human creatures savedKneel'd down upon the sand.Threescore were drown'd..
© Charles Dickens
The Hymn Of The Wiltshire Laborers
O God! who by Thy prophet's handDidst smite the rocky brake,Whence water came, at Thy command,Thy people's thirst to slake;Strike, now, upon this..
© Charles Dickens
A Fine Old English Gentleman
I'll sing you a new ballad, and I'll warrant it first-rate,Of the days of that old gentleman who had that old estate;When they spent the public money..
© Charles Dickens
Gabriel's Grub Song
Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;A rich, juicy..
© Charles Dickens
Squire Norton's Song
The child and the old man sat aloneIn the quiet, peaceful shadeOf the old green boughs, that had richly grownIn the deep, thick forest glade.It was a..
© Charles Dickens
George Edmunds' Song
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!How like the hopes of childhood's..
© Charles Dickens
Little Nell's Funeral
And now the bell, - the bellShe had so often heard by night and dayAnd listened to with solemn pleasure,E'en as a living voice, -Rung its remorseless..
© Charles Dickens
The Ivy Green
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,That creepeth o'er ruins old!Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,In his cell so lone and cold.The wall..
© Charles Dickens
A Child's Hymn
Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,Ere I lay me down to sleep;Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,Round my bed their vigil keep.My sins are heavy, but Thy..
© Charles Dickens
Lucy's Song
How beautiful at eventideTo see the twilight shadows pale,Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!How soft is..
© Charles Dickens
Let Go
Let go of my handLet me be what I want to beLet go of my handThe sands of time Are trickling before meI have not yet Achievedwhat I want to beLet go..
© Jack Davis
Aboriginal Australia
To the OthersYou once smiled a friendly smile,Said we were kin to one another,Thus with guile for a short whileBecame to me a brother.Then you..
© Jack Davis
“A Journey of Two”
We’ve walked together, hand in hand,Across the seas, across the land.Through laughter loud, through quiet sighs,Through every question, through..
© Marriage Day
“Through All Seasons”
Through seasons changing, fast or slow,Our love has taught us how to grow.In warmth, in cold, in rain, in shine,Your heart remains forever..
© Marriage Day
“The Beauty of Us”
I see your smile, I hear your voice,In you I’ve found my perfect choice.Our love is gentle, strong, and free,A masterpiece of harmony.Each year adds..
© Marriage Day