Time poems
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The Poem Of Imru al Qays
© Imru al Qays Ibn Hujr
I said to the wolf, "You gather as little wealth, as little prosperity as I.
What either of us gains he gives away. So do we remain thin."
Petrarch to Laura
© Mary Darby Robinson
"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."
Uncle Jim's Baptist Revival Hymn
© Sidney Lanier
Solo. - Sin's rooster's crowed, Ole Mahster's riz,
De sleepin'-time is pas';
Wake up dem lazy Baptissis,
Chorus. - Dey's mightily in de grass, grass,
Dey's mightily in de grass.
Sensation (Bodh)
© Jibanananda Das
As I take my place among other beings
Am I becoming estranged and alone
Because of my mannerisms?
Is there just an optical illusion?
Are there only obstacles in my path?
Song III
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Have mercy on me, my Lord,
For a foe treds o'er me and strives
Mindfully that time and again
I be wearied by all adversity.
Sonnet VIII: If your eyes were not the color of the moon
© Pablo Neruda
If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking - continued about 26
hours later ]
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,
The Song Of Hiawatha V: Hiawatha's Fasting
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
© John Keats
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
Kensington Garden
© Thomas Tickell
Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands
Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,
Upon The Hill
© John Gould Fletcher
A hundred miles of landscape spread before me like a fan;
Hills behind naked hills, bronze light of evening on them shed;
How many thousand ages have these summits spied on man?
How many thousand times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part V
© Madison Julius Cawein
_We, whom God sets a task,
Striving, who ne'er attain,
We are the curst!--who ask
Death, and still ask in vain.
We, whom God sets a task._
The Anti-Politician
© Alexander Brome
ome leave thy care, and love thy friend;
Live freely, don't despair,
Sonnet LXVIII: A Dark Day
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The gloom that breathes upon me with these airs
Is like the drops which strike the traveller's brow
Hope Is A Tattered Flag
© Carl Sandburg
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
To Pfrimmer
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
(Lines on reading "Driftwood.")
Driftwood gathered here and there
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VI - Go-Harana - (Cattle-Lifting)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The conditions of the banishment of the sons of Pandu were hard. They
must pass twelve years in exile, and then they must remain a year in
concealment. If they were discovered within this last year, they must
go into exile for another twelve years.
On The Discoveries Of Captain Lewis (January 14, 1807)
© Joel Barlow
Let the Nile cloak his head in the clouds, and defy
The researches of science and time;
Let the Niger escape the keen traveller's eye,
By plunging or changing his clime.
A Dead March
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
PLAY me a march, low-tond and slowa march for a silent tread,
Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams of the silent dead,
Song: Go, lovely rose!
© Edmund Waller
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
More Poets Yet!
© Henry Austin Dobson
"More Poets yet!"-I hear him say,
Arming his heavy hand to slay;-
"Despite my skill and 'swashing blow,"
They seem to sprout where'er I go;-
I killed a host but yesterday!"
