Love Poems – Page 130
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Kindred
Musing, between the sunset and the dark, / As Twilight in unhesitating hands / Bore from the faint horizon’s underlands, … -
Omnia Exeunt in Mysterium
The stranger in my gates—lo! that am I, / And what my land of birth I do not know, / Nor yet the hidden land to which I go. … -
The Last Days
The russet leaves of the sycamore / Lie at last on the valley floor— / By the autumn wind swept to and fro … -
Peter Quince at the Clavier
I / just as my fingers on these keys / Make music, so the self-same sounds … -
In Battle
Death’s nobility again / Beautified the simplest men. / Fallen Winkle felt the pride … -
Sunday Morning
I / complacencies of the peignoir, and late / Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, … -
The Syrian Lover in Exile Remembers Thee, Light of my Land
Rose and amber was the sunset on the river, / Red-rose the hills about Bingariz. / High upon their brows, the black tree-branches … -
From "Gitanjali"
I / thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forgot that there abides the old in the new, and that the… -
From "The Gardener"
I / over the green and yellow rice fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds, followed by the swift-chasing sun. / The bees forget to sip their honey; drunken with the light they foolishly hum and hover; and the ducks in the sandy riverbank clamor in joy for mere nothing. … -
Leaves
One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me; / But the stars above my head …
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