Daily Archives: July 11, 2015

Poem – About my Poems – Mirza Ghalib 

I agree, O heart, that my ghazals are not easy to take in. When they hear my works, experienced poets  tell meI should write something easier.  I have to write difficult, otherwise it is difficult to write. Advertisements

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Poem – A Thousand Desires – Mirza Ghalib 

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for… Many of them I have realized…yet I yearn for more…  Why should my killer (lover) be afraid? No one will hold her responsible  For the blood which will continuously flow through my eyes all … Continue reading

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Poem –  Verses Left By Mr. Pope – Alexander Pope.

With no poetic ardour fir’d  I press the bed where Wilmot lay;  That here he lov’d, or here expir’d,  Begets no numbers grave or gay.  Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred  Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie  Stretch’d … Continue reading

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Poem – Windsor Forest – Alexander Pope

Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,  At once the Monarch’s and the Muse’s seats,  Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!  Unlock your springs, and open all your shades.  Granville commands; your aid O Muses bring!  What Muse for … Continue reading

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Poem – Weeping – Alexander Pope

While Celia’s Tears make sorrow bright,  Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes;  The Sun, next those the fairest light,  Thus from the Ocean first did rise:  And thus thro’ Mists we see the Sun,  Which else we durst not … Continue reading

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