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").
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
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
Untitled
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