From the morrow poem – Yamabe no Akahito poems | Poetry Monster
From the morrow poem – Yamabe no Akahito poems | Poetry Monster From the morrowWould I pick new herbsBut in my marked out fieldsBoth yesterday and todayThe snow has kept on falling ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate […]
From the bay at Tago poem – Yamabe no Akahito poems | Poetry Monster
From the bay at Tago poem – Yamabe no Akahito poems | Poetry Monster From the bay at TagoI see, when gazing out,Pure white-On the heights of Fuji’s peak-The snow has fallen ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate […]
Feeling Lazy poem – Yang Wan-Li poems | Poetry Monster
Feeling Lazy poem – Yang Wan-Li poems | Poetry Monster My sleepy eyes fog over…long lazy day.I put down my book of poetryand take a walk around the house.The cats are playing happily in the courtyard;when they see me coming they scatterlike frightened deer. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry […]
A love song poem – Yehudah ha-Levi poems | Poetry Monster
A love song poem – Yehudah ha-Levi poems | Poetry Monster “Do you see over my shoulders falling,Snake-like ringlets waving free?Have no fear, for they are twistedTo allure you unto me.” Thus she spoke, the gentle dove,Listen to your plighted love:“Oh, how long I wait, till my sweetheart comes back,” she said,“Laying his caressing hand […]
Don’t Light The Candles by Yahia Al-Samawy
Don’t Light the Candles poem – Yahia Al-Samawy poems | Poetry Monster Don’t light the candles, Shahrazad Shahriyar lays waste a town a night He bathes his madness in its blood He pours fires into the vessels of peace. Leave the country There is famine in Basra The plague in Baghdad And on the roads […]
The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot On the meaning and significance of the poem Translations The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot FOR EZRA POUND IL MIGLIOR FABBRO I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull […]
The Hecatomb to his Mistress by John Cleveland
Hecatomb The Hecatomb to his Mistress. Be dumb, you beggars of the rhyming trade, Geld your loose wits and let your Muse be spayed. Charge not the parish with the bastard phrase Of balm, elixir, both the Indias, Of shrine, saint, sacrilege, and such as these Expressions common as your mistresses. Hence, […]