Ballade Of Cleopatra’s Needle poem – Andrew Lang poems
Ye giant shades of RA and TUM, Ye ghosts of gods Egyptian, If murmurs of our planet come To exiles in the precincts wan Where, fetish or Olympian, To help or harm no more ye list, Look down, if look ye may, and scan This monument in London mist! Behold, the hieroglyphs are […]
Ballade Of Blind Love poem – Andrew Lang poems
Who have loved and ceased to love, forget That ever they loved in their lives, they say; Only remember the fever and fret, And the pain of Love, that was all his pay; All the delight of him passes away From hearts that hoped, and from lips that met - Too late did […]
Ballade Of Autumn poem – Andrew Lang poems
We built a castle in the air, In summer weather, you and I, The wind and sun were in your hair, - Gold hair against a sapphire sky: When Autumn came, with leaves that fly Before the storm, across the plain, You fled from me, with scarce a sigh - My Love returns […]
Ballade Of Aucassin poem – Andrew Lang poems
Where smooth the southern waters run By rustling leagues of poplars grey, Beneath a veiled soft southern sun, We wandered out of yesterday, Went maying through that ancient May Whose fallen flowers are fragrant yet, And loitered by the fountain spray With Aucassin and Nicolette. The grass-grown paths are trod of none Where […]
Ballade Of Amoureuse poem – Andrew Lang poems
Not Jason nor Medea wise, I crave to see, nor win much lore, Nor list to Orpheus’ minstrelsies; Nor Her’cles would I see, that o’er The wide world roamed from shore to shore; Nor, by St. James, Penelope, - Nor pure Lucrece, such wrong that bore: To see my Love suffices me! Virgil […]
Ballade Of His Books poem – Andrew Lang poems
Here stand my books, line upon line They reach the roof, and row by row, They speak of faded tastes of mine, And things I did, but do not, know: Old school books, useless long ago, Old Logics, where the spirit, railed in, Could scarcely answer “yes” or “no” - The many things […]
Ballade Of The Dream poem – Andrew Lang poems
Swift as sound of music fled When no more the organ sighs, Sped as all old days are sped, So your lips, love, and your eyes, So your gentle-voiced replies Mine one hour in sleep that seem, Rise and flit when slumber flies, Following darkness like a dream! Like the scent from roses […]
Ballade Of Dead Ladies poem – Andrew Lang poems
Nay, tell me now in what strange air The Roman Flora dwells to-day. Where Archippiada hides, and where Beautiful Thais has passed away? Whence answers Echo, afield, astray, By mere or stream,–around, below? Lovelier she than a woman of clay; Nay, but where is the last year’s snow? Where is wise Heloise, that […]
Ballade Of The Dead Cities poem – Andrew Lang poems
The dust of Carthage and the dust Of Babel on the desert wold, The loves of Corinth, and the lust, Orchomenos increased with gold; The town of Jason, over-bold, And Cherson, smitten in her prime - What are they but a dream half-told? Where are the cities of old time? In towns that […]
Ballade Of Cleopatra’s Needle poem – Andrew Lang poems
Ye giant shades of RA and TUM, Ye ghosts of gods Egyptian, If murmurs of our planet come To exiles in the precincts wan Where, fetish or Olympian, To help or harm no more ye list, Look down, if look ye may, and scan This monument in London mist! Behold, the hieroglyphs are […]
Ballade Of The Bookworm poem – Andrew Lang poems
Far in the Past I peer, and see A Child upon the Nursery floor, A Child with books upon his knee, Who asks, like Oliver, for more! The number of his years is IV, And yet in Letters hath he skill, How deep he dives in Fairy-lore! The Books I loved, I love […]
Ballade Of Blind Love poem – Andrew Lang poems
Who have loved and ceased to love, forget That ever they loved in their lives, they say; Only remember the fever and fret, And the pain of Love, that was all his pay; All the delight of him passes away From hearts that hoped, and from lips that met - Too late did […]
Ballade Of Autumn poem – Andrew Lang poems
We built a castle in the air, In summer weather, you and I, The wind and sun were in your hair, - Gold hair against a sapphire sky: When Autumn came, with leaves that fly Before the storm, across the plain, You fled from me, with scarce a sigh - My Love returns […]
Ballade Of Aucassin poem – Andrew Lang poems
Where smooth the southern waters run By rustling leagues of poplars grey, Beneath a veiled soft southern sun, We wandered out of yesterday, Went maying through that ancient May Whose fallen flowers are fragrant yet, And loitered by the fountain spray With Aucassin and Nicolette. The grass-grown paths are trod of none Where […]
Ballade Against The Jesuits poem – Andrew Lang poems
Rome does right well to censure all the vain Talk of Jansenius, and of them who preach That earthly joys are damnable! ‘Tis plain We need not charge at Heaven as at a breach; No, amble on! We’ll gain it, one and all; The narrow path’s a dream fantastical, And Arnauld’s quite superfluously […]
Auld Maitland poem – Andrew Lang poems
There lived a king in southern land, King Edward hight his name; Unwordily he wore the crown, Till fifty years were gane. He had a sister’s son o’s ain, Was large of blood and bane; And afterward, when he came up, Young Edward hight his name. One day he came before the king, […]
Annan Water poem – Andrew Lang poems
“Annan water’s wading deep, And my love Annie’s wondrous bonny; And I am laith she suld weet her feet, Because I love her best of ony. “Gar saddle me the bonny black,– Gar saddle sune, and make him ready: For I will down the Gatehope-Slack, And all to see my bonny ladye.”– He […]
Alison Gross poem – Andrew Lang poems
O Alison Gross, that lives in yon tow’r, The ugliest witch in the north countrie, She trysted me ae day up till her bow’r, And mony fair speeches she made to me. She straik’d my head, and she kaim’d my hair, And she set me down saftly on her knee; Says–“If ye will […]
Aesop poem – Andrew Lang poems
HE sat among the woods; he heard The sylvan merriment; he saw The pranks of butterfly and bird, The humors of the ape, the daw. And in the lion or the frog,- In all the life of moor and fen,- In ass and peacock, stork and dog, He read similitudes of men. “Of […]
A Scot To Jeanne D’Arc poem – Andrew Lang poems
DARK Lily without blame, Not upon us the shame, Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true; They, by the Maiden’s side, Victorious fought and died; One stood by thee that fiery torment through, Till the White Dove from thy pure lips had passed, And thou wert with thine own St. Catherine at […]
A Portrait Of 1783 poem – Andrew Lang poems
Your hair and chin are like the hair And chin Burne-Jones’s ladies wear; You were unfashionably fair In ’83; And sad you were when girls are gay, You read a book about Le vrai Merite de l’homme, alone in May. What CAN it be, Le vrai merite de l’homme? Not gold, Not titles […]
A Highly Valuable Chain Of Thoughts poem – Andrew Lang poems
Had cigarettes no ashes, And roses ne’er a thorn, No man would be a funker Of whin, or burn, or bunker. There were no need for mashies, The turf would ne’er be torn, Had cigarettes no ashes, And roses ne’er a thorn. Had cigarettes no ashes, And roses ne’er a thorn, The big […]
永遠
滴滴的舉止。淅淅瀝瀝的意圖 彌補這個。叫醒我們。 誰能將這種混亂淹沒在新的現實中？ 誰會真正想要呢？ 我們所知道的只是未知的。 如果憐憫的眼淚觸動了你的心靈，會有什麼不同嗎？ 當它從我身上掉落時，它會永遠在你身上顯現嗎？ 或者這就是意圖？ 如果是神紋的話，豈不是很奇怪？ 還是翼展神聖秘密的一部分？ 你的心在尖叫，這不是你的錯。 嘲笑生活並不奇怪。 當心歌的回憶縈繞在你心頭時， 而愛情則在獅子巢穴中徘徊。 我去過一個地方，和平是一種默默無聞的瘟疫。 快樂已經盡力讓我精疲力盡。 然後風捲起盡了最大的努力來救我。 這樣的笑容讓我的眼睛充滿了溫柔。 我想起了魔法。 我想起了正義。 我想起了海邊。 我記得吸引我的氣味。 我記得馴服我的愛。 然後我的願望的誘惑就離開我了。 你值得充滿夢想。 你應該滿面笑容地醒來。 永恆是為你而造的。 這是愛所要求的一種解脫。 André RodriguezAndré Rodriguez is a contemporary American poet. He’s been writing for many years. The style and topics of his poems vary wildly, but I he believes […]
歐盟
在黑暗的布魯塞爾高速公路上，施瓦茨科普夫‧塔夫脫在我的頭髮裡 空氣中瀰漫著比利時華夫餅的香味 前方遠處，一道木星光 我的頭變得沉重，視線變得模糊 我不得不停下來過夜 她站在門口。 我聽到了分區鈴聲 我心裡想著， “這可能是里斯本，也可能是地獄” 然後她點燃了 chandelle 並為我指明了道路 伯萊蒙特里有人說話， 我以為我聽到他們說… 歡迎來到歐盟 文化場所（語言場所） 如此多樣化的臉孔 歐盟有足夠的空間 一年中的任何時間（一年中的任何時間） 我們這裡有繁文縟節 官僚主義扭曲，她得到了梅賽德斯彎道 她稱實業家和銀行家為朋友 他們如何在斯特拉斯堡跳舞，Wëllen Ourdaller 汗流浹背。 有些人跳舞是為了紀念，有些人喝酒是為了忘記 所以我打電話給委員會， “唐寧街門口有暴民！” 他們說，“自十九六十八年以來，我們這裡就沒有這種精神了” 但那些聲音仍從紹姆堡和愛麗舍宮呼喚著， 半夜叫醒你 只是聽到他們說… 歡迎來到歐盟 這麼舒服的地方（這麼陌生的地方） 這樣的基督徒臉孔 他們在歐盟過得很開心 多麼好的驚喜（多麼好的驚喜） 帶上你的不在場證明 女人撞上玻璃天花板， 第50條冰上 他們說「你們都只是這裡的囚犯， 荷里路德的裝置” 在內閣會議廳裡， 他們聚集在一起過節 他們用鋼刀刺它， 但他們無法殺死金髮野獸 我記得的最後一件事是我 奔向大海 我不得不把我的島嶼拖走 來自大陸，讓他們自由。 「放鬆點，」律師說， “我們被編程為接收。 您可以隨時退房， 但你永遠不能離開！ 」 […]
決定
我的目光超越了陰影所能容納的範圍。 超出了燒製模具的標準。 深入愛很少進入的戰壕。 我踩下一首正在生長的歌曲的踏板。 守門員心中充滿了苦澀的嫉妒。 獨自在記憶的足跡上起舞。 他懇求未來善待他。 及時擺脫束縛。 誰能打破鋼鐵的束縛？ 就像一隻跳躍的獅子一樣捕食人心。 誰掌握了我的生活之歌？ 還是一個人活著是為了避免死亡？ André RodriguezAndré Rodriguez is a contemporary American poet. He’s been writing for many years. The style and topics of his poems vary wildly, but I he believes most have a spiritual overtone. He writes about love, God, attitudes, observations and growing up.
我的妻子。 安德烈·布勒東一首關於自由戀愛的詩
我的妻子有著柴火般的頭髮 伴隨著熱閃電的思緒 擁有沙漏般的腰身 水獺腰，虎牙 我的妻子有著帽章般的嘴唇和一群最後的星星 白色的土地上有白老鼠的牙齒痕跡 用摩擦過的琥珀和玻璃的舌頭 我的妻子有著被刺傷的主人的舌頭 用娃娃的舌頭打開和關閉眼睛 用令人難以置信的石頭舌頭 我的妻子有著孩子筆畫般的睫毛 燕窩邊眉 我太太的眉毛是溫室屋頂的石板 還有窗玻璃上的蒸汽 我的妻子肩上有香檳 還有冰下有海豚頭的噴泉 我的妻子手腕上有火柴 我的妻子擁有幸運手指和紅心王牌 用割過的乾草手指 我的妻子有貂皮和山毛櫸的腋窩 還有仲夏夜 女貞和神仙魚的巢 帶著海泡和河閘的手臂 以及小麥和磨坊的混合 我的妻子有喇叭腿 隨著發條的運作與絕望 我的妻子帶著接骨木髓的小牛 我的妻子腳上有名字縮寫 腳上掛著鑰匙環，爪哇麻雀喝水 我的妻子脖子上長著未剝珠的大麥 我的妻子有金谷的喉嚨 在洪流的床上進行一次幽會 帶著夜晚的胸膛 我的妻子有著海鼴鼠般的胸部 我的妻子有著紅寶石坩堝般的乳房 帶著露水下玫瑰幽靈的胸膛 我老婆帶著一肚子展開的天扇 有著巨大爪子的腹部 我老婆背著鳥背垂直逃跑 背上有水銀 帶有背光 頸背是滾石和濕粉筆 還有剛喝完的玻璃杯裡的一滴水 我的妻子有著小船般的臀部 臀部像枝形吊燈和箭羽 還有白孔雀羽毛的軸 一個無知覺的鐘擺 我妻子的屁股是砂岩和石棉的 我老婆的屁股像天鵝背 我的老婆有春天的屁股 與虹膜的性別 我的妻子的性別是採礦者和鴨嘴獸 我老婆的性愛是海藻和古老的蜜餞 我的妻子有著鏡子般的性別 我的妻子眼裡充滿了淚水 […]