Poems begining by W
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Wiegenlied
© Karl Joachim Friedrich Ludwig von Arnim
Goldne Wiegen schwingen
Und die Mücken singen;
Blumen sind die Wiegen,
Kindlein drinnen liegen;
Auf und nieder geht der Wind,
Geht sich warm und geht gelind.
"What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far"
© Alfred Austin
The Mountains
What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far,
Find you a bourne to ease your burdened breast,
But throughout time inexorable are
Never at rest?
We Who Were Executed
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses:
I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.
I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:
I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.
Why Not Do It, Sir, Today?
© Charles Lamb
"Why so I will, you noisy bird,
This very day I'll advertise you,
Perhaps some busy ones may prize you.
A fine-tongued parrot as was ever heard,
I'll word it thus-set forth all charms about you,
And say no family should be without you."
Wind-Clouds And Star-Drifts
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Here am I, bound upon this pillared rock,
Prey to the vulture of a vast desire
That feeds upon my life. I burst my bands
And steal a moment's freedom from the beak,
The clinging talons and the shadowing plumes;
Then comes the false enchantress, with her song;
"When This Old World Was New"
© Henry Austin Dobson
When this old world was new,
Before the towns were made,
Love was a shepherd too.
Where The Waxwings Used To Dwell
© Velimir Khlebnikov
Where the waxwings used to dwell,
Where the pine trees softly swayed,
Weather Of The Soul
© Bliss William Carman
THERE is a world of being
We range from pole to pole,
Through seasons of the spirit
And weather of the soul.
"When my lover put the sea between us"
© Lesbia Harford
When my lover put the sea between us
And went wandering in Italy
My poor silly heart miscalled his journey
"Leaving me".
World Strangeness
© William Watson
Strange the world about me lies,
Never yet familiar grown-
Still disturbs me with surprise,
Haunts me like a face half known.
Wrapping dumplings
© Matsuo Basho
Wrapping dumplings in
bamboo leaves, with one finger
she tidies her hair
Words
© Sylvia Plath
Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.
Written For A Gentlewoman In Distress, To Her Grace Adelida, Dutchess Of Shrewsbury.
© Mary Barber
Might I inquire the Reasons of my Fate,
Or with my Maker dare expostulate;
Did I, in prosp'rous Days, despise the Poor,
Or drive the friendless Stranger from my Door?
What Silk
© Stéphane Mallarme
What silk of times sweet balm
Where the Chimera tired himself
Is worth the coils and natural cloud
You tend before the mirrors calm?
Walid Ko Imam-e-husain (a) Ki Talab
© Mir Babar Ali Anees
JIS DUM YAZID SHAAM MEIN MASNAD-NASHIN HUWA,
SUB MULK ROOSIYAH KE ZEERE RANGEEN HUWA,
SHABBIR SE ZIYAD USAY BUGHZ-O-KEEN HUWA,
E'IZAAYE AHLEBAIT KE DAR PE LA'EEN HUWA;
