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").

Authorship

You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don'tunderstand.He was reading to you all the evening, but could you reallymake out..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Death

O thou the last fulfilment of life,Death, my death, come and whisper to me!Day after day I have kept watch for thee;for thee have I borne the joys..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Farewell

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!I bow to you all and take my departure.Here I give back the keys of my door---and I give up all..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Benediction

Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss ofheaven for our earth.He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Beggarly Heart

When the heart is hard and parched up,come upon me with a shower of mercy.When grace is lost from life,come with a burst of song.When tumultuous work..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Give Me Strength

This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,strike at the root of penury in my heart.Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.Give me..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Baby's Way

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.He loves to rest his head on mother's..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Defamation

Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child?How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!You have stained your fingers and face with ink..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Colored Toys

When I bring to you colored toys, my child,I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,and why flowers are painted in tints..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Flower

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest itdroop and drop into the dust.I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Face To Face

Day after day, O lord of my life,shall I stand before thee face to face.With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,shall I stand before thee face to..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Brink Of Eternity

In desperate hope I go and search for herin all the corners of my room;I find her not.My house is smalland what once has gone from it can never be..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Chain Of Pearls

Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neckwith my tears of sorrow.The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,but mine..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Baby's World

I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's veryown world.I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoopsdown to his..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Closed Path

I thought that my voyage had come to its endat the last limit of my power,- -that the path before me was closed,that provisions were exhaustedand the..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Endless Time

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.There is none to count thy minutes.Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.Thou knowest how..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Clouds And Waves

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-'We play from the time we wake till the day ends.We play with the golden dawn, we play with..

© Rabindranath Tagore

A Moments 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

She Bore It Till The Simple Veins

144She bore it till the simple veinsTraced azure on her hand—Til pleading, round her quiet eyesThe purple Crayons stand.Till Daffodils had come and..

© Emily Dickinson

On A Columnar Self

789On a Columnar Self—How ample to relyIn Tumult—or Extremity—How good the CertaintyThat Lever cannot pry—And Wedge cannot divideConviction—That..

© Emily Dickinson

This Heart That Broke So Long

145This heart that broke so long—These feet that never flagged—This faith that watched for star in vain,Give gently to the dead—Hound cannot overtake..

© Emily Dickinson

Wolfe Demanded During Dying

678Wolfe demanded during dying"Which obtain the Day"?"General, the British"—"Easy"Answered Wolfe "to die"Montcalm, his opposing SpiritRendered with a..

© Emily Dickinson

My Period Had Come For Prayer

564My period had come for Prayer—No other Art—would do—My Tactics missed a rudiment—Creator—Was it you?God grows above—so those who prayHorizons—must..

© Emily Dickinson

I Had Some Things That I Called Mine

116I had some things that I called mine—And God, that he called his,Till, recently a rival ClaimDisturbed these amities.The property, my garden,Which..

© Emily Dickinson

She Went As Quiet As The Dew

149She went as quiet as the DewFrom an Accustomed flower.Not like the Dew, did she returnAt the Accustomed hour!She dropt as softly as a starFrom out..

© Emily Dickinson