The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth. Farther away and nearer still, still it came from dead fathers and from wondering races, from lands which had turned to stone, lands weary of their poor tribes, for when grief took to the roads the people set out and arrived and married new land and water to grow their words again. And so this is the inheritance; this is the wavelength which connects us with dead men and the dawning of new beings not yet come to light.
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Related I like to open for a band as it brings on sort of a challenge and it makes things more interesting. ... KELLY JONES The gospel brings tidings, glad tidings indeed, To mourners in Zion, who want to be freed, WILLIAM GADSBY I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss PABLO NERUDA Oppression Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To... LANGSTON HUGHES Ah God! to see the branches stir Across the moon at Grantchester! To smell the thrilling... RUPERT BROOKE So word by word, and line by line, The dead man touch'd me from the past, And all at once ... ALFRED TENNYSON Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling MARY OLIVER You have known, O Gilgamesh, What interests me, To drink from the Well of Immortality. HERBERT MASON That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I wen... MARY OLIVER The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Nig... HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW An angel for some, a demon for some, for me, it’s heart of the one. Never want to h... ABHISHEK KUMAR SINGH Turn on the lights, And hide from sight, As we come trick or treating, Throughout th... ANTHONY T. HINCKS Lay down Your tired & weary head my friend. We have wept too long Night is fallin... JOSé N. HARRIS The Western States nervous under the beginning change. Texas and Oklahoma, Kansas and Arkansas,... JOHN STEINBECK For all these stars, nothing is new. They’ve seen all kinds of wars and miracles, t... KAMAND KOJOURI From birth to death and further on As we were born and introduced into this world, W... VIRGIL KALYANA MITTATA IORDACHE Villanelle - Roland Leighton Violets from Plug Street Wood, Sweet, I send you overse... ROLAND LEIGHTON Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbe... HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A Second Childhood.” When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, ... G.K. CHESTERTON What was to be the value of the long looked forward to, Long hoped for calm, the autumnal seren... T.S. ELIOT The Word Wonder or dream from distant land I carried to my country's strand STEFAN GEORGE I loved you, so I drew these tides of Men into my hands And wrote my will across the ... T.E. LAWRENCE The world slowed to the beat of an ancient, ageless drum. Celaena behold the room. <... SARAH J. MAAS Sermon of the Mounts Matthew 5 AND SEEING THE MULTITUDES, HE WENT UP INTO THE ... SWAMI DHYAN GITEN To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot'... EDWARD THOMAS In the spring of life, in the flower of youth, Everything is bright and new. In the summer of... C.A. SCHLEA Creatures of the Darkness BY VICKI JORDAN It was world of vampires and demons, wher... CHRIS COLFER Radiant Day is slowly fading; and the evening calm and still. Gazing through the oak and willo... SARA LOUSISA OBERHOLTZER ...feel the fierce way desire tourniquets itself around you and clings Clubland... CLINT CATALYST The Rich arrived in pairs And also in Rolls Royces; They talked of their affairs In loud an... HILAIRE BELLOC In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shar... DENISE LEVERTOV Pretty Song" From the complications of loving you I think there is no end or return.... MARY OLIVER The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth... BRYANA JOY 6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was then or what day it... CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON It happens all the time in heaven, And some day It will begin to happen Again o... شمس الدین محمد حافظ شیرازی A Boat O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him t... RICHARD BRAUTIGAN I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are... PABLO NERUDA Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come an... KING SOLOMON SON OF DAVID For me, you are fresh water that falls from trees when it has stopped raining. For me... KAMAND KOJOURI ...they come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpet... MIRA GRANT We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness u... MAYA ANGELOU The Doors The End This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my ... JIM MORRISON THE SILENT PEOPLE Some people are so rude, Living their lives with no concern for ot... GIORGE LEEDY Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permea... KAMAND KOJOURI Cites and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time's eye Which daily die; But, as new buds pu... RUDYARD KIPLING Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on ... J.R.R. TOLKIEN While the storm clouds gather far across the sea, Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,... IRVING BERLIN Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuria... ANNA AKHMATOVA Here the whole world (stars, water, air, And field, and forest, as they were Reflected in ... C.S. LEWIS This Stone He went looking for a road that doesn't lead to death. He went looki... URSULA K. LE GUIN GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smil... ROBERT HERRICK i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and n... E.E. CUMMINGS This is one hell of a suicide note. THE SUICIDE SOLILOQUY- Yes! I've resolved the de... SETH GRAHAME-SMITH The Wanderer What is she like? I was told— she is a melancholy soul. LANG LEAV THE NAKED HEART From womb to tomb, There came and went - Only you. Poor or... SUZY KASSEM Not to waste the spring I threw down everything, And ran into the open world To sing ... ROMAN PAYNE West Wind #2 You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begi... MARY OLIVER The real flight of this hawk is impending. Still,this bird is yet to be tested for real.<... ARUNIMA SINHA Poetry And it was at that age... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t k... PABLO NERUDA THE BARROW In this high field strewn with stones I walk by a green mound, It... ANTHONY THWAITE Indifference This hate has blossomed like a living love, grieving, watching i... CESARE PAVESE The thought manifests as the word; The word manifests as the deed; The deed develops into ha... BUDDHA The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind happiness not always... LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain an... W.H. AUDEN BLACK AND WHITE I was born into A religion of Light, But with so many oth... SUZY KASSEM On Generosity On our own, we conclude: there is not enough to go around w... WALTER BRUEGGEMANN The Poet With His Face In His Hands You want to cry aloud for your mistakes.... MARY OLIVER Of course! the path to heaven doesn't lie down in flat miles. It's in the imagination MARY OLIVER during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores CHARLES BUKOWSKI The dead do not need aspirin or sorrow, I suppose. but they might need rain... CHARLES BUKOWSKI In Blackwater Woods Look, the trees are turning their own bodies in... MARY OLIVER THE NAKED HEART From womb to tomb, There came and went - Only you. P... SUZY KASSEM I have come to learn, that when people of money and power organize to set upon to break ... TOM ALTHOUSE A single word can brighten the face of one who knows the value of words. Ripened in silenc... YUNUS EMRE CIRCLES OF LIFE Everything Turns, Rotates, Spins, Circles, Loops... SUZY KASSEM This is what I am, I'll say, to leave this written excuse. This is my life. Now it is clea... PABLO NERUDA One Autumn night, in Sudbury town, Across the meadows bare and brown, The windows of the w... HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Roads Go Ever On Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves wher... J.R.R. TOLKIEN The following are not my words, i have seen it some where . But i wish to share it here for every on... ANOOP ASHOK October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon th... WILLIAM MORRIS He Is Not Dead I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away. JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY There were once two sisters who were not afriad of the dark because the dark was full of t... JANDY NELSON Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter... PABLO NERUDA The thought manifests the word; The word manifests the deed; The deed develops into habit;... JUAN MASCARó How to be a Poet (to remind myself) Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. <... WENDELL BERRY The Toys My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke ... COVENTRY PATMORE And now it is said of me That my love is nothing because I have borne no children, Or bec... JAMES WRIGHT Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, a... MARY OLIVER In the Novel He described her mouth as full of ashes. So when he kissed her finally<... SUSAN STEWART Glossa Time goes by, time comes along, All is old and all is new; What is righ... MIHAI EMINESCU Song of a Second April APRIL this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ag... EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; <... PABLO NERUDA Sabbaths, 1982—IV (“A gardener rises out of the ground”) Thrush song,... WENDELL BERRY Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; a... ALFRED TENNYSON It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined Half of the night with our old friend Who�... THOM GUNN Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning ... MARY OLIVER Abyssinias "I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: A huge four-foote... HENRY N. BEARD As I went walking I saw a sign there And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." But on the ... WOODY GUTHRIE God spreads the heavens above us like great wings And gives a little round of deeds and days, W.B. YEATS FORKED BRANCHES We grew up on the same street, You and me. We went to the... SUZY KASSEM
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PABLO NERUDA I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. PABLO NERUDA En tu abrazo yo abrazo lo que existe, la arena, el tiempo, el árbol de la lluvia, y todo ... PABLO NERUDA Non t'amo come se fossi rosa di sale, topazio o freccia di garofani che propagano il fuoco: PABLO NERUDA Amore, quante strade per giungere a un bacio, che solitudine errante fino alla tua compagnia! PABLO NERUDA Cuando yo muera quiero tus manos en mi ojos: quiero la luz y el trigo de tus manos amadas ... PABLO NERUDA Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso, qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía! PABLO NERUDA I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems o... PABLO NERUDA A tu amor no puedo renunciar sin morirme. PABLO NERUDA LVI Не те обичам аз, защото те обичам много, от толк�... PABLO NERUDA XVI I love the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, PABLO NERUDA El amor supo entonces que se llamaba amor. Y cuando levanté mis ojos a tu nombre tu coraz... PABLO NERUDA No te vayas por un minuto, bienamada, porque en ese minuto te habrás ido tan lejos que yo... PABLO NERUDA De pena en pena cruza sus islas el amor y establece raíces que luego riega el llanto, y n... PABLO NERUDA Veo en tu vida todo lo viviente. PABLO NERUDA Juntos tú y yo, amor mío, sellamos el silencio, PABLO NERUDA En esta historia sólo yo me muero y moriré de amor porque te quiero, porque te quiero, a... PABLO NERUDA De tanto amor mi vida se tiñó de violeta y fui de rumbo en rumbo como las aves ciegas ha... PABLO NERUDA It’s today: all of yesterday was falling between fingers of light and sleepy eyes, PABLO NERUDA Oh, may your silhouette not be broken in the sand, oh may your eyelids not fly in the absence:<... PABLO NERUDA Pero solo tu voz escucho y sube tu voz con vuelo y precisión de flecha, baja tu voz con g... PABLO NERUDA Dos amantes dichosos no tienen fin ni muerte, nacen y mueren muchas veces mientras viven, ... PABLO NERUDA Sabrás que no te amo y que te amo puesto que de dos modos es la vida, la palabra es un al... PABLO NERUDA Pero tú y yo, amor mío, estamos juntos, juntos desde la ropa a las raíces, juntos de otoño, de a... PABLO NERUDA And now, beloved, through the crackling sea we return like blind birds PABLO NERUDA I crown you, small monarch of my bones, PABLO NERUDA Sonnet LXV" Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just a... PABLO NERUDA So close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my sleep. PABLO NERUDA Through the mountains you go as a breeze comes PABLO NERUDA I cannot quit your love without dying. PABLO NERUDA I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no ... PABLO NERUDA You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyes and I look... PABLO NERUDA Before loving you, love, nothing was mine: I hesitated through the streets and things: not... PABLO NERUDA They lie those that say I lost the moon, those that prophesized my fate of sand, they asse... PABLO NERUDA العشّاق الآخرون يرغبون بالعيش مع عينيّ محبوباتهم، أما ... PABLO NERUDA He dormido contigo y al despertar tu boca salida de tu sueño me dio el sabor de tier... PABLO NERUDA No one will retrieve my lost heart amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness of the su... PABLO NERUDA I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory. In empty houses I entered with a ... PABLO NERUDA My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold, my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on y... PABLO NERUDA You will fall with me as a stone in the grave PABLO NERUDA I know you exist not just because your eyes fly and give light to things like an open window PABLO NERUDA Todo era de los otros y de nadie, hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza llenaron el otoño de regalos. PABLO NERUDA from that terrible love the soft pure hands gave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses. PABLO NERUDA Of so much moon were your hips to me, of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight, of s... PABLO NERUDA I will die kissing your mad cold mouth, embracing the lost bouquet of your body, and searc... PABLO NERUDA I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where, I love you directly without problems ... PABLO NERUDA Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation and the round key of the rapid universe, PABLO NERUDA Te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. PABLO NERUDA