Oh, the charm of idle dreamingWhere the dappled shadows dance,All the leafy aisles are teemingWith the lure of old romance! Down into the forest dipping,Deep and deeper as we go,One might fancy dryads slippingWhere the white-stemmed birches grow. Lurking gnome and freakish fairyIn the fern may peep and hide .…
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I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me.The bird was not to blame for his key. And…
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Don’t reject the crooked road…
Don’t reject the crooked road and don’t take the straight one, instead take the one traveled by the ancestors. (Cambodian Proverb)
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I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the…
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and…
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A lake and a fairy boatTo sail in the moonlight clear, –And merrily we would floatFrom the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silkAnd strings of oriental pearls,Like gossamers dipped in milk,Should twine with thy raven curls! Red rubies should deck thy hands,And diamonds should be…
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Tonight I arrived at a train station.Same as the rest. Lingering, suffocating,serene at times, submergedunder the magic spell of the clock.And I played the mole, tired little beastcrouched in a corner,watching them go by, running, giving up,or devouring the teller’s little windowto ask for a ticket, a schedule,and running again.…
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I have forsworn you, closed all memory;I work and eat, listen to music, sleep,Walk in the garden, watch the changing moonPretending that I have no need of you.But all the while I know it is not true.Your silence weaves around me such a tight cocoonOf loneliness and sadness, such a…
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Yearning
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…
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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…
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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…