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").
Her Waiting Face
In some strange placeOf long-lost lands he finds her waiting face--Comes marveling upon it, unaware,Set moonwise in the midnight of her hair.
© James Whitcomb Riley
Floretty's Musical Contribution
All seemed delighted, though the elders more,Of course, than were the children.--Thus, beforeMuch interchange of mirthful compliment,The story-teller..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Farmer Whipple--Bachelor
It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--A-lookin' glad and smilin'! And they's none..
© James Whitcomb Riley
His Mother
DEAD! my wayward boy--_my own_--Not _the Law's!_ but _mine_--the goodGod's free gift to me alone,Sanctified by motherhood.'Bad,' you say: Well, who..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Last Night-- And This
Last night-- how deep the darkness was!And well I knew its depths, becauseI waded it from shore to shore,Thinking to reach the light no more.She..
© James Whitcomb Riley
George Mullen's Confession
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to say that I'mA weak and sinful..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Find The Favorite
Our three cats is Maltese cats,An' they's two that's white,--An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.--Uncle say that..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Job Work
'Write me a rhyme of the present time'.And the poet took his penAnd wrote such lines as the miser mindsHide in the hearts of men.He grew enthused, as..
© James Whitcomb Riley
By Her White Bed
By her white bed I muse a little space:She fell asleep--not very long ago,--And yet the grass was here and not the snow--The leaf, the bud, the..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Bryant
The harp has fallen from the master's hand;Mute is the music, voiceless are the strings,Save such faint discord as the wild wind flingsIn sad aeolian..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Billy And His Drum
Ho! it's come, kids, come!'With a bim! bam! bum!Here's little Billy bangin' on his big bass drum!He's a-marchin' round the room,With his..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Noon--And Midnight
Far in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his ownThe wife's sweet face in slumber pressed--yet he awake--alone!alone!In vain he..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Merman
IWho would beA merman gay,Singing alone,Sitting alone,With a mermaid's knee,For instance--hey--For a throne?III would be a merman gay;I would sit and..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Noey's House
At Noey's house--when they arrived with him--How snug seemed everything, and neat and trim:The little picket-fence, and little gate--It's little..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Last
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut inWith shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon has beenAn hour agone seems..
© James Whitcomb Riley
As My Uncle Used To Say
I've thought a power on men and things,As my uncle ust to say,--And ef folks don't work as they pray, i jings!W'y, they ain't no use to pray!Ef you..
© James Whitcomb Riley
At Utter Loaf
I.An afternoon as ripe with heatAs might the golden pippin beWith mellowness if at my feetIt dropped now from the apple-treeMy hammock swings in..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Jap Miller
Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit!When _he_ starts in a-talkin' other folks is apt to quit!--'Pears like that mouth o' his'n..
© James Whitcomb Riley
Leonainie
Leonainie--Angels named her;And they took the lightOf the laughing stars and framed herIn a smile of white;And they made her hair of gloomyMidnight..
© James Whitcomb Riley
John Mckeen
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and his..
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Five-Coloured Garment
I am infused in the Lord's hue, O friend.Pray, get my garment dyed in five coloursso I may go and play in the arbour.within the alcove I will meet my..
© Mirabai
Strange Are The Decrees Of Fate
Strange are the decrees of fate.Behold the large eyes of the deer!Yet he is forced to roam the forests.The harsh crane has brilliant plumage,While..
© Mirabai
Out In A Downpour
Out in a downpourin a sopping wetskirt.And you have gone to a distant country.Unbearable heart,letter after letterjust asking when,my lord, whenare..
© Mirabai
The Beloved Comes Home
The one I longed for has come home;The raging fire of separation is quenched.Now I rejoice with Him, I sing in bliss.The peacocks at the cloud's..
© Mirabai