Summertime has been the blossom overAutumn chill has seen off meadow cloverA circling flock of starlings I can seeCome roosting on the rowan berry treeI do so yearn for days of early spring I contemplate the cold October skyA starlit night with frost descendingI shiver at the moon so bright…
Could it be that the old sewing machinemy mother gave mewould finally come in handy? You see, my love,You need to be careful.I am a seamstress’s daughter,and every time we kissI yearn to stitch our lips together:It is in my genes. … But then I rememberthe thrill of feeling your…
User Name: VihangPassword: Naik’s poetryVerifying…Characters incorrect.Cancel. Done.Connect. Done.Type tea.It’s a cyber cafe.Search: your third eyelost in the internet.You compute.Is there a softwarefor love or a command?Tell mecan love beprogrammed?Beauty is surf.Surfing beauty.Here there isno boundary.You need nopermissionto enter intoany body’s site.Download bytes.You only needa smooth surfingin a lusty webwith open…
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull charactered with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date even to eternity—Or at the least, so long as brain and heartHave faculty by nature to subsist;Till each to razed oblivion yield his partOf thee, thy record never can be…
SHE walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that ‘s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellow’d to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impair’d the nameless graceWhich waves in…
When you find yourself in a faraway landsurrounded by men, animals that mutter strangesounds, do not be afraid: neither you, your parents, nor your ancestors have ever been alone.So trust the earth to bear you up, followthe wind as it leads you through valleys clustered with trees heavy with fruit…
J’ai regardé devant moiDans la foule je t’ai vueParmi les blés je t’ai vueSous un arbre je t’ai vue Au bout de tous mes voyagesAu fond de tous mes tourmentsAu tournant de tous les riresSortant de l’eau et du feu L’été l’hiver je t’ai vueDans ma maison je t’ai vueEntre…
I scanned her picture dreaming,Till each dear line and hueWas imaged, to my seeming,As if it lived anew. Her lips began to borrowTheir former wondrous smile;Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,Grew sparkling as erstwhile. Such tears as often ran notRan then, my love, for thee;And O, believe I cannotThat thou…
Methought I heard a butterflySay to a labouring bee,Thou hast no colours of the skyOn painted wings, like me. Poor child of vanity! those dyes,And colours bright and rare,With mild reproof, the bee replies,Are all beneath my care. Content I toil from morn till eve,And, scorning idleness,To tribes of gawdy…
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,The sunset hangs on a cloud;A golden storm of glittering sheaves,Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,The wild wind blows in a cloud. Hark to a voice that is callingTo my heart in the voice of the wind:My heart is weary and…
Alfred Lord Tennyson (England 1809 – 1892) I come from haunts of coot and hern,I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorpes, a little town,And half a hundred bridges. Till last by…