The First Jasmines – Rabindranath Tagore

The First Jasmines Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines. I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth; I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight; Autumn sunsets have…

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An Eternal bond!- Nehal

When I Spoke to the Sky; My journey to love ends in you! He covered me from all over Went into hiding behind a moon, stars, rainbows, clouds,…never showed his real face! When I told the wind; I dreamt of being with you! A robust companion, I see in you. He scattered me all over…

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On this Blissful Day..

Wind is playing piano On this lake. Shadows of the trees are black keys. Shadows of the clouds are white keys. Playing sounds of nature, Song of the season, Birds are accompanying With their continuous chirping. My soul is singing the song of Eternity Harmony Peace On this blissful day! Nehal Poetry and  Image ©…

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Persephone

Persephone Mother, the life you value’s A skeleton hung with bunting. A saxophone brash Blares out Duty! Duty! Duty! Stuck on its one high note. Mother, your world is trash! Why can’t you let me be? Dreams are mushrooming Down in my charcoal chamber, Under my muffled skies. Mother, I like my colourful life, Away…

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बूंदे

  बूंदे धूँधले शीशों पर सरकती बूंदे। बारिष के रुकने पर पेडोंके पत्तो से बरसती बूंदे। कभी सोने सी; कभी हीरे सी चमकती बूंदे। परिंदे की गरदन पर थिरकती बूंदे। अपनी कोख में समाये हुए कइ इन्द्रधनु, फलक को रंग देती बूंदे! प्यासे की हलक से उतरते, दरिया बन जाती बूंदे! आँखों में छूप के बैठे तो;…

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Birches

He became the most loved poet in America and won four times Pulitzer prize; long time before that…… Robert Frost lost his father at the age of 11, and after that he went through many hardships during his childhood. He started writing poetry at the age of sixteen and though his first poem was published…

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Solitude

Alexander Pope ( 1688-1744) was born in London and became severely ill at the age of twelve so that his health was ruined and his body was deformed. He educated himself and at the age of sixteen published his first poems, Pastorals. He wrote much poetry and prose, but is famous for his satires. ..…

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Haiku – Mexican Poetry

Jose Juan Tablada ( 1871- 1945) A poet, art critic and journalist, Tablada was one of the most fertile and questioning minds of his generation. A forerunner of modern poetry, he introduced the haiku into the Spanish language. – From Mexican Poetry An Anthology Compiled by Octavio Paz Translated by Samuel Beckett *. *. *.…

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WALT WHITMAN(3) – મકરંદ દવે

  SONG OF MYSELF – WALT WHITMAN A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?…..I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I…

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The Aegean [ Egeo]

The Aegean This music has lasted since the world began. A rock was born among the waters While tiny waves chatted in a soft universal tongue. The shell of a sea-turtle Would not have foretold the guitar. Your music has always risen to the sky. Green taproot. Mother Sea. First of all firsts. You enfold…

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Chinese Poems – Li Bai

Listening to a Monk from Shu Playing the Lute The monk from Shu with his green lute-case walked Westward down Emei Shan, and at the sound Of the first notes he strummed for me I heard A thousand valleys’ rustling pines resound. My heart was cleansed, as if in flowing water. In bells of frost…

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આવીશ?

આવીશ? સવારનો સમય છે: બફારો છે અને તડકામાં એક પ્રતીતિકર ચમક પણ. વનસ્પતિનો હરિયાળો રંગ પણ ઠંડક વિનાનો લાગે છે. એક સુંદર મજાનું પીળું પંખી ત્યાં ઘાસ પર કૂદી રહ્યું છે બરાબર એ જ રીતે જેમ તું છે સુંદર નીરવ અને પ્રેમને ઘાસની જેમ ધીરે ધીરે ઓળખતી અને એનાથી પોતાને માટે અર્થ શોધતી. આ પંખીને…

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My Treasure

I save your music for my rainy-day songs; Save your sunshine for my petals and thorns; Save your clouds for my deserts and storms; Save your smile for the candles that light up the dark corners of my soul; Save your strings of waves to lace up my mundane days that drag along; Save your…

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Emily Dickinson – Selected Poems (2)

Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,- Prodigal blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly, Like a lover’s words. . . . . . . . . . . I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The Stars about…

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The Essential Haiku – Basho

Deep autumn- my neighbour, how does he live, I wonder? -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Autumn moonlight- a worm digs silently into the chestnut. *-*-*-*-*-*-*- First day of spring- I keep thinking about the end of autumn. :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: Spring! a nameless hill in the haze. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- The oak tree not interested in cherry blossoms -*-*-*-*-*-*-* Harvest moon- walking around…

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Robert Burns- The Scottish Bard

To a Moutain Daisy, On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow’r. Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow’r. Thou bonie gem. Alas! it’s no thy neibor sweet. The bonie lark,…

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FIREFLIES–Rabindranath Tagore

Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom. —- —- —- — — —- —- —- Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless night. * * * * * * * * * April, like a child, writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, wipes them away…

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