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The Kiss – Rabindranath Tagore

Lips’ language to lips’ ears.Two drinking each other’s heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence of lips.Two waves rise by the law of loveto break and die on two sets of lips.Two wild desires craving … Continue reading

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Sleep – Rabindranath Tagore

In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, resting my trust upon thee.  Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship.  It is thou who drawest the veil of night … Continue reading

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June – John Clare

Now summer is in flower and natures hum Is never silent round her sultry bloom Insects as small as dust are never done Wi’ glittering dance and reeling in the sun And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee Are … Continue reading

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Market Day – John Clare

With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke That urges switching tail nor mends his pace, On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse, The farmer goes jog trotting to the fair. Both keep their pace that nothing can … Continue reading

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Tears Of Pain – Seema Chowdhury

Tears of pain Tears of gain Tears of loss Tears of toss Tears of smiles All for a while Comes to bring In life’s ring Some joys some pains So enjoy it all Before it falls And ends a phase … Continue reading

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California Winter – Karl Shapiro

It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop: A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias lines the path; and whatRare roses for a banquet or a bride, So multitudinous that they seem a glut!  A line … Continue reading

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On Time – John Milton

Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,Whose speed is but the heavy plummet’s pace;And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,Which is no more than what is false and vain,And merely mortal dross;So … Continue reading

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