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").

Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower

134Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,But I could never sell—If you would like to borrow,Until the DaffodilUnties her yellow BonnetBeneath the..

© Emily Dickinson

The Woodpecker

His bill an auger is,His head, a cap and frill.He laboreth at every tree,--A worm his utmost goal.

© Emily Dickinson

The Judge

Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.I do not love him because he is good, but because he is mylittle child.How should you know..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Xviii: Your Days

Your days will be full of cares, if you must give me your heart.My house by the cross-roads has its doors open and my mind isabsent, -for I sing.I..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Xliv: Where Is Heaven

Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it isbeyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of dayand night; it is not..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Poems On Man

Man goes into the noisy crowdto drown his own clamour of silence.Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly.For life is a creative idea;it can..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Strong Mercy

My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener Xiii: I Asked Nothing

I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree.Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, and the dew in the air.The lazy smell..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener Xxiv: Do Not Keep To Yourself

Do not keep to yourself the secret ofyour heart, my friend!Say it to me, only to me, in secret.You who smile so gently, softlywhisper, my heart will..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Astronomer

I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon getsentangled among the beaches of that Dadam tree, couldn't somebodycatch it?"But dada laughed..

© Rabindranath Tagore

My Polar Star

I have made You the polar star of myexistence; never again can I lose my way in thevoyage of life.Wherever I go, You are always there toshower your..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Signet Of Eternity

The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee;and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd,unknown to me, my king..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Chanpa Flower

Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on abranch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter anddanced upon the newly..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Xlviii: I Travelled The Old Road

I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows, I ferried my boat across the stream andall the ways were..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Roaming Cloud

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumnuselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!Thy touch has not yet melted my vapor,making me one with..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Threshold

I was not aware of the momentwhen I first crossed the threshold of this life.What was the power that made me open out into this vast mysterylike a..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Xlvii: The Road Is

The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet allday, she sings to my dreams all night.My meeting with her had no beginning, it..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Little Big Man

I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I amas old as my father is.My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring your slateand..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Sun Of The First Day

The sun of the first dayPut the questionTo the new manifestation of life-Who are you?There was no answer.Years passed by.The last sun of the last..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Land Of The Exile

Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is.There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It isSaturday, our..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Xxii: I Shall Gladly Suffer

I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,if only in some happy future I am born a herd-boy in the Brindaforest.The herd-boy..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Moment's Indulgence

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The worksthat I have in hand I will finish afterwards.Away from the sight of thy face my heart..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Poems On Time

The butterfly counts not months but moments,and has time enough.Time is a wealth of change,but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Home

I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset washiding its last gold like a miser.The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Poems On Beauty

Beauty is truth's smilewhen she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmonywhich is in the universal..

© Rabindranath Tagore