Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
...
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
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Bang! Bang! And the head splits open
Like a work of Art
Mushroom pie painted in red
Human form has transformed into mincemeats
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'Oh, dear with best thighs, heart-stealing is this environ with abundantly grown stacks of rice and their cobs, or with sugarcane, and it is reverberated with the screeches of ruddy gees that abide hither and thither... now heightened will be passion, thereby this season will be gladdening for lusty womenfolk, hence listen of this season, called Shishira, the Winter...
'At this time, people enjoy abiding in the medial places of their residences, whose ventilators are blockaded for the passage of chilly air, and at fireplaces, in sunrays, with heavy clothing, and along with mature women of age, for they too will be passionately steamy...
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Each afternoon in Granada,
each afternoon, a child dies.
Each afternoon the water sits down
and chats with its companions.
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'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird
In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;
For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,
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It made her feel sad and embarrassed
Situation was so sudden and not assessed
Circumstances too were not so pressed
Emotions ran high and worries suddenly traced
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Maybe a little romance is needed
Lightening our days in all this grey
To place a smile on our faces
...
seems like I am getting drawn to
the beauty of barren lands and the deserts,
as fiercely as I go in my best efforts
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Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
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The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
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"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
Cried the warriors, cried the old men,
When he came in triumph homeward
With the sacred Belt of Wampum,
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NOT in scorn do I reprove thee,
Not in pride thy vows I waive,
But, believe, I could not love thee,
Wert thou prince, and I a slave.
These, then, are thine oaths of passion ?
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As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,
So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile,
Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
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Mere amorphous dust in permanent suspension,
in mid-air, nearest to earth and the earth
of your soul MAN, I'm an emissary of some
higher order.What's left of daylight, at night
...
When Summers blue sky fades to grey
And swiftly ends the shortening day,
When coldness takes the flowers away
Ill dance the dance of winter!
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What becomes of love that falters
Skies that turn from blue to grey
Tenderness which coldness alters
Eyes then sadly turn away
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To the Memory of the Household It Describes
This Poem is Dedicated by the Author:
"As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits,which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine lightof the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and as the CelestialFire drives away dark spirits, so also this our Fire of Wood doth thesame." -- Cor. Agrippa, Occult Philosophy,
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--HAST thou then survived-
Mild Offspring of infirm humanity,
Meek Infant! among all forlornest things
...
Now winter is here
In its blow blow,
Gray colors everywhere
In their shade and flow.
...
I wanted to write you a letter
my love,
a letter that would tell
of this desire
...
A Document of Promise.
(Transcreation of the poem(ପ୍ରତିଶୃତିର ଦସ୍ତାବିଜ)by Kumudini Jee
(From the Anthology-A Handful of Memories)
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Avec ses vêtements ondoyants et nacrés,
Même quand elle marche on croirait qu'elle danse,
Comme ces longs serpents que les jongleurs sacrés
...
. With an incident in which he was concerned
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
An old Man dwells, a little man,--
...
Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak
of our own doubts, while dubiously
we mother man in his doubt!
...
There´s a shadow on the sun I see it risin´
Kiss it away, Kiss it away
And there´s hurt down deep inside that I been hidin´
...
In his lodge beside a river,
Close beside a frozen river,
Sat an old man, sad and lonely.
White his hair was as a snow-drift;
...
"Delightful are trees and fields with the outgrowth of new tender-leaves and crops, Lodhra trees are with their blossomy flowers, crops of rice are completely ripened, but now lotuses are on their surcease by far, for the dewdrops are falling... hence, this is the time of pre-winter that drew nigh...
"The busts of flirtatious women that are graced by bosomy bosoms are bedaubed and reddened with the redness of heart-stealing saffrony skincare, called Kashmir kumkum, on which embellished are the white pendants that are in shine with the whiteness of whitish dewdrops, white jasmines, and whitely moon...
...
The dog barked; then the woman stood in the doorway, and hearing
iron strike stone down the steep road
...
I.
Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart?
When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled,
...
He was six foot four, and forty-six
and even colder than he thought he was
James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks
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O take this world away from me;
Its strife I cannot bear to see,
Its very praises hurt me more
Than een its coldness did before,
...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay;
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
...
Don’t hold me tight
We are crossing zero!
Let’s forget
...
You and me
In our passionate embrace
Remain warm and cozy
Free from the coldness of outer world.
...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining.
Katharine. What are the words ?
...
One night
one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings;
one night
in which fantastic fireflies burnt in the humid nuptial shadows,
...
Little, little cold is arriving
With wings of coldness and snow
This will cover our minds sure
Pure heart will need warmness
...
Je t'adore à l'égal de la voûte nocturne,
Ô vase de tristesse, ô grande taciturne,
Et t'aime d'autant plus, belle, que tu me fuis,
...
WE have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-trees
In infancy we played.
...
When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
Ah! whither strays the immortal mind?
It cannot die, it cannot stay,
But leaves its darken'd dust behind.
...
New skylight covers your old rooftops
Your hands shield your wrinkled smile
In faith, how I want to see your face
So, don't be shy - don't be so shy!
...
A snowy icy night, painted hill tops all are white,
all the rivers flow like ice, and raindrops fall as hail,
from so very, very high, above.
Whispered breath, a smoky kind of grey,
...
I struggled through that long wormhole to the other side
into a dark cavern that gaped so deep and wide.
Fearfully I leant against the dank wall of that black hole
and felt the coldness of loneliness flooding my soul.
...
If from great nature's or our own abyss
Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
Perhaps mankind might find the path they miss--
But then 'twould spoil much good philosophy.
...
A cold wind stirs the blackthorn
To burgeon and to blow,
Besprinkling half-green hedges
With flakes and sprays of snow.
...
Now Serena be not coy,
Since we freely may enjoy
Sweet embraces, such delights,
As will shorten tedious nights.
...
This numbness I have from the winter
Lock the coldness on my skin
To be felt and to forget the warm
As if fire never exist
...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!
...
Leaves rustle under my bare feet,
The wind howls and swishes my hair,
dark shadows creep behind,
They hide in the trees as I turn around.
...
Silence knocks the door of the night
Wave of coldness felt, cannot hide
Solitude blew frozen kiss, desire for love inside
Be strong my heart, to carry love inside
...
With only a few leftovers of coldness
The day dawns upon new tender buds
Soft rays turning sharp right above the head
As the day proceeds you want to lighten up
...
The face of Qana
Pale, like that of Jesus
and the sea breeze of April…
Rains of blood.. and tears..
...
'Oh, sad thy lot before I came,
But sadder when I go;
My presence but a flash of flame,
...
On the autumnal dew
The delighted legs of Sun are walking
Through the mild coldness of breeze
...
There on the couch she snoozes and lay
Easing her back from a tiresome day,
Put on music to entice her imaginations
And there in the forest she found herself in deep hallucination...
...
I want feelings, of warmth or coldness
I want emotions, of passion or sadness
I want vulnerabilities, to tell me my strengths
...
"Who would himself with shadows entertain,
Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,
Or nurse false hopes that do but cheat the true?--
Though with my dream my heaven should be resigned--
...
I.
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
...
I
Immense, august, like some Titanic bloom,
The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core,
...
This is exactly winter midnight,
It is heavily raining outside,
Inside we are feeling cold,
When morning will arrive
...
To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away;
...
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
...
Under this shed of tree in this winter,
Grey soil dreams more in beauty veil,
Big mountains dream under this shed,
Shed of this tree is dreamy in weather.
...
Ice is frozen of water and its nature is cold,
Snow is frozen of drops of water cold with fold.
Both are same things coldness is the nature,
Artificially people make it and will make in future.
...
The wind of humanity washes over me
Tugging at my clothes
sucking the breath from my lungs.
...
The former four now ending their discourse,
Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their force.
Lo other four step up, crave leave to show
...
‘PLURIPOTENT- ME’
…esspeecee
Me, a ‘life’,
...
Coldness of winter
And your silence
Both sting the skin of my solitude
...
I KNOW not, wherefore, dearest love,
Thou often art so strange and coy
When 'mongst man's busy haunts we move,
...
Ah!--What should follow slips from my reflection;
Whatever follows ne'ertheless may be
As à-propos of hope or retrospection,
As though the lurking thought had follow'd free.
...
You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
burning-flower from Sparta, the beautiful sea-flower
Cut in clear stone, crowned with the fragrant golden mane, she
the ageless, the uncontaminable-
...
lone traveller
from kuala lumpur to tokyo to china
cold places, strange people warm and cold
so many unknowns that became knowns
...
Love would remain the same if true,
When we were neither young nor new ;
Yea, and in all within the will that came,
By the same proofs would show itself the same.
...
The womb of time shall give birth
The membranes of skies studded stars
Bigger self has much in store
Darkness shall bring light bright
...
Poet of mighty power, I fain
Would court the muse that honoured thee,
...
This coldness tortures me
This melancholy oppresses me
This silence kills me
I can't cry
...
1.
WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing
Which I would utter in thine ear, my sire!
Truth in the inward parts thou dost desire-
...
Forgive me if I ever hurt you,
if you still see some colors in me.
Feel me my friend on a lovely day,
if you still feel some odors in me.
...
what is this i call a soul
what is this i have in me
to grow into all
what is this i call a soul
...
Coldness came from the clear.
Beyond the clouds sight of ear.
Playing songs to fill my head.
Raptured hearts full of dread.
...
Strange views I found
Some are true
Many are very curious
A bit of eyes with coldness
...
' I Knew A Man Who'
The coldness of the season
equals the contents of a cruel heart.
...
The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain,
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord--
...
Little maiden just beginning
To be comely, arch, and winning,
In whose form I catch the traces
Of your mother's gifts and graces,
...
We are chanting name of love of God,
We are chanting name of nature of life,
Chanting ever we are getting nectar,
God is our great saviour of humanity.
...
A MOUNTAIN stream, its channel deep
Beneath a rock's rough base had torn;
The cliff, like a vast castle wall, was steep
...
when i am dead, i am dead
the world goes out of me and i out of it
there is nothing anymore in between
...
Art thou indeed forever gone,
Forever, ever, lost to me?
Must this poor bosom beat alone,
...
Cold concrete floor and deafening silence
locks on every door displaying numbers
no names or personalities, no music or kid’s steps
just the sound of all seasons rushing to escape
...
Does anybody really care
Just How I truly feel
Cut up so deeply, I feel the world has just stood stll
Why has no one asked?
...
I
How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day!
A steely silver, underlined with blue,
...
Win and then loose
Get to know
Some small drops
And heavy shower
...
- -Gently the golden yellow sun rises
A new day dawns, in the darkest alleys
- -Drenched in the perfume of love's blossoms
Heart seeks the path that leads to you
...
Les cloîtres anciens sur leurs grandes murailles
Etalaient en tableaux la sainte Vérité,
Dont l'effet réchauffant les pieuses entrailles,
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