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 Gardener Xxxviii: My Love, Once Upon A Time
My love, once upon a time your poetlaunched a great epic in his mind.Alas, I was not careful, and it struckyour ringing anklets and came togrief.It..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xiii: Last Night In The Garden
Last night in the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. Youlifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled whileI raised your..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xxxix: There Is A Looker-On
There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. I seems he has seenthings in ages and worlds beyond memory's shore, and thoseforgotten sights glisten..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Poems On Love
Love adorns itself;it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.Love does not claim possession,but gives freedom.Love is an endless mystery,for it..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Keep Me Fully Glad
IIKeep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list...
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xl: An Unbelieving Smile
An unbelieving smile flits on youreyes when I come to you to take myleave.I have done it so often that youthink I will soon return.To tell you the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Untimely Leave
No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will.Henceforth I deal in whispers.The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Wicked Postman
Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,mother dear?The rain is coming in through the open window, making you allwet, and you..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Sit Smiling
I boasted among men that I had known you.They see your pictures in all works of mine.They come and ask me, `Who is he?'I know not how to answer..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 11- 20
11SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze,are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.12'WHAT language is thine, O sea?''The language of eternal..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Whole Of It Came Not At Once
762The Whole of it came not at once—'Twas Murder by degrees—A Thrust—and then for Life a chance—The Bliss to cauterize—The Cat reprieves the MouseShe..
© Emily Dickinson
I Know Lives, I Could Miss
372I know lives, I could missWithout a Misery—Others—whose instant's wanting—Would be Eternity—The last—a scanty Number—'Twould scarcely fill a..
© Emily Dickinson
To Know Just How He Suffered—Would Be Dear
622To know just how He suffered—would be dear—To know if any Human eyes were nearTo whom He could entrust His wavering gaze—Until it settle broad—on..
© Emily Dickinson
The Lady Feeds Her Little Bird
941The Lady feeds Her little BirdAt rarer intervals—The little Bird would not dissentBut meekly recognizeThe Gulf between the Hand and HerAnd..
© Emily Dickinson
What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles
956What shall I do when the Summer troubles—What, when the Rose is ripe—What when the Eggs fly off in MusicFrom the Maple Keep?What shall I do when..
© Emily Dickinson
It's Such A Little Thing To Weep
189It's such a little thing to weep—So short a thing to sigh—And yet—by Trades—the size of theseWe men and women die!
© Emily Dickinson
Put Up My Lute!
261Put up my lute!What of—my Music!Since the sole ear I cared to charm—Passive—as Granite—laps My Music—Sobbing—will suit—as well as psalm!Would but..
© Emily Dickinson
Have Any Like Myself
736Have any like MyselfInvestigating March,New Houses on the Hill descried—And possibly a Church—That were not, We are sure—As lately as the Snow—And..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul's Distinct Connection
974The Soul's distinct connectionWith immortalityIs best disclosed by DangerOr quick Calamity—As Lightning on a LandscapeExhibits Sheets of Place—Not..
© Emily Dickinson
If This Is "Fading"
120If this is "fading"Oh let me immediately "fade"!If this is "dying"Bury me, in such a shroud of red!If this is "sleep,"On such a nightHow proud to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Chemical Conviction
954The Chemical convictionThat Nought be lostEnable in DisasterMy fractured Trust—The Faces of the AtomsIf I shall seeHow more the Finished..
© Emily Dickinson
It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature
390It's coming—the postponeless Creature—It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door—Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings—Enters—with a..
© Emily Dickinson
I Tie My Hat—i Crease My Shawl
443I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—Life's little duties do—precisely—As the very leastWere infinite—to me—I put new Blossoms in the Glass—And throw..
© Emily Dickinson
When We Stand On The Tops Of Things
242When we stand on the tops of Things—And like the Trees, look down—The smoke all cleared away from it—And Mirrors on the scene—Just laying light—no..
© Emily Dickinson
Not All Die Early, Dying Young
990Not all die early, dying young—Maturity of FateIs consummated equallyIn Ages, or a Night—A Hoary Boy, I've known to dropWhole statured—by the..
© Emily Dickinson