CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on April 25, 2013 by magda
The Fool Rings His Bells
Come, Death, I’d have a word with thee; And thou, poor Innocency; And Love — a lad with broken wing; And Pity, too; The Fool shall sing to you, As Fools will sing.
Ay, music hath small sense, And a tune’s soon told, And Earth...
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Posted on April 23, 2013 by magda
Absolutely Clear
Don’t surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
So tender,
My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.
Hafiz
...
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Posted on April 18, 2013 by magda
Answer To A Child’s Question
Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet, and thrush say, ‘I love and I love!’ In the winter they’re silent, the wind is so strong; What it says I don’t know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves...
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Posted on April 6, 2013 by magda
Ich zôch mir einen valken mêre danne ein jâr. dô ich in gezamete als ich in wolte hân und ich im sîn gevidere mit golde wol bewant, er huop sich ûf vil hôhe und floug in anderiu lant.
Sît sach ich den valken schône fliegen: er fuorte an sînem fuoze...
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Posted on April 6, 2013 by magda
The soul selects…
The Soul selects her own Society —Then — shuts the Door —To her divine Majority —Present no more —
Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —At her low Gate —Unmoved — an Emperor be kneelingUpon her Mat —
I’ve known her — from an ample nation —Choose One...
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Posted on March 22, 2013 by magda
Night
Faint from the bell the ghastly echoes fall,That grates within the grey cathedral tower;Let me not enter through the portal tall,Lest the strange spirit of the moonless hourShould give a life to those pale people, whoLie in their fretted niches, two and two,Each with his head on pillowy stone...
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Posted on March 16, 2013 by magda
Down in his laboratory, to which the two rooms of the cellar had been given over, Paracelsus prayed to his God, his indeterminate God – any God – to send him a disciple.
Night was coming on. The guttering fire in the hearth threw irregular shadows into the...
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Posted on March 12, 2013 by magda
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art...
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Posted on January 17, 2013 by magda
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
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Posted on January 1, 2013 by magda
New Year’s morning
Only a night from old to new! Only a night, and so much wrought! The Old Year’s heart all weary grew, But said: “The New Year rest has brought.” The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down, As in a grave; but trusting, said: “The blossoms of the...
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