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").

A Hope Carol

A night was near, a day was near,Between a day and nightI heard sweet voices calling clear,Calling me:I heard a whirr of wing on wing,But could not..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Green Cornfield

The earth was green, the sky was blue:I saw and heard one sunny mornA skylark hang betweent he two,A singing speck above the corn;A stage below, in..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Frog's Fate

Contemptuous of his home beyondThe village and the village-pond,A large-souled Frog who spurned each bywayHopped along the imperial highway.Nor..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Frisky Lamb

A frisky lambAnd a frisky childPlaying their pranksIn a cowslip meadow:The sky all blueAnd the air all mildAnd the fields all sunAnd the lanes half..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Farm Walk

The year stood at its equinoxAnd bluff the North was blowing,A bleat of lambs came from the flocks,Green hardy things were growing;I met a maid with..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Dream

Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)We stood together in an open field;Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,Sporting at ease and..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Dirge

Why were you born when the snow was falling?You should have come to the cuckoo's callingOr when grapes are green in the cluster,Or, at least, when..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Diamond Or A Coal?

A diamond or a coal?A diamond, if you please:Who cares about a clumsy coalBeneath the summer trees?A diamond or a coal?A coal, sir, if you please:One..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Daughter Of Eve

A fool I was to sleep at noon,And wake when night is chillyBeneath the comfortless cold moon;A fool to pluck my rose too soon,A fool to snap my..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A City Plum Is Not A Plum

A city plum is not a plum;A dumb-bell is no bell, though dumb;A party rat is not a rat;A sailor's cat is not a cat;A soldier's frog is not a frog;A..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Christmas Carol

In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moan,Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Chilly Night

I rose at the dead of nightAnd went to the lattice aloneTo look for my Mother's ghostWhere the ghostly moonlight shone.My friends had failed one by..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Chill

What can lambkins doAll the keen night through?Nestle by their woolly motherThe careful ewe.What can nestlings doIn the nightly dew?Sleep beneath..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break

I will accept thy will to do and be,Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,Thy will at least to love, that burns withinAnd thirsteth after Me:So will I..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Birthday

My heart is like a singing birdWhose nest is in a water'd shoot;My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;My heart is..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Bird’s-Eye View

'Croak, croak, croak,'Thus the Raven spoke,Perched on his crooked treeAs hoarse as hoarse could be.Shun him and fear him,Lest the Bridegroom hear..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Better Ressurection

I have no wit, no words, no tears;My heart within me like a stoneIs numbed too much for hopes or fears.Look right, look left, I dwell alone;I lift..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Ballad Of Boding

There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams;What seems is not always as it seems.I looked out of my window in the sweet new morning,And there I saw..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It

A baby's cradle with no baby in it,A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,The body waiting here.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

This Will Not Win Him

Reason says,I will win him with my eloquence.Love says,I will win him with my silence.Soul says,How can I ever win himWhen all I have is already..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This We Have Now

This we have nowis not imagination.This is notgrief or joy.Not a judging state,or an elation,or sadness.Those come and go.This is the presence that..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This Is Love

This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;At first instance, to break away from breath -first step, to renounce feet;To..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This Is Love

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.First, to let go of live.In the end, to take a step without..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This Aloneness

This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.To be one with the truth for just a..

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

There Is A Way

There is a way between voice and presencewhere information flows.In disciplined silence it opens.With wandering talk it closes.

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi