We are accused of terrorism
If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland
To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
You who were darkness warmed my flesh
where out of darkness rose the seed.
Chalti Chakki Dekh Kar, Diya Kabira Roye
Dui Paatan Ke Beech Mein,Sabit Bacha Na
by Kabir
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The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned,
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
By A Foreigner
I like Americans.
Do you come to me to bend me to your will
as conqueror to the vanquished
Gumtree in the city street,
Hard bitumen around your feet,
What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
often it is the only
thing
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
'There's the girl who clips your ticket for the train,
And the girl who speeds the lift from floor to floor,
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
The green-blue ground
is ruled with silver lines
Dear Madam, you have seen this play; I never saw it till today.
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
Please master can I touch your cheek
please master can I kneel at your feet
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.
A passi
"Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
raise me more love… raise me
my prettiest fits of madness
Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
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