Poems by Anselm Hollo
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Poems
... ere spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take her flight in, reigns the stainless white radiance ...
(Amidst the rush and roar of life...)
... idst the rush and roar of life, O beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof ...
The Last Bargain
... "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road ...
The Gardener 38
... ll my cargo of the stories of old wars was tossed by the laughing waves and soaked in tears and sank ...
(With a glance of your eyes...)
... glance of your eyes you could plunder all the wealth of songs struck from poets harps, fair woman! ...
On the Seashore
... ams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play ...
(O you mad, you superbly drunk!...)
... Ill take the holy vow of being worthless, and be drunken and go to the dogs ...
(Keep me fully glad...)
... In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list ...
(Over the green and yellow...)
... een and yellow rice fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds, followed by the swift-chasing sun ...
(Tell me if this is all true...)
... found utter peace in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing hair ...
(Come as you are...)
... r feet are pale with the dew, if your anklets slacken, if pearls drop out of your chain, do not mind ...
(“Leave off your works, bride...”)
... you not put the auspicious red mark at the parting of your hair, and done your toilet for the night ...
(My soul is alight...)
... The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart ...
(We both live in the same village...)
... Flowers launched from their landing stairs come floating by the stream where we bathe ...
Gitanjali 35
... nbsp;Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit ...
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