Touched with the delicate green of early May,Or later, when the rose uplifts her face,The world hangs glittering in starry space,Fresh as a jewel found but yesterday.And yet ’tis very old; what tongue may sayHow old it is? Race follows upon race,Forgetting and forgotten; in their placeSink tower and temple; nothing long may stay.We build […]
This is a poem I studied during my school days. It is one of the earliest things to notify me that I am not like others. I was searching for this poem for a while but I couldn’t. Because I couldn’t remember the title and the poet. All I remember was “Poor Blind Boy”. Thanks to my friend, I have this poem again!
I love books and poems about books. This one is one of my favourites!
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and […]
It’s a long and silent street. I walk in the dark and trip and fall and get up and step blindly on the mute stones and dry leaves and someone behind me is also walking: if I stop, he stops; if I run, he runs. I turn around: no one. Everything is black, there is […]
I like to see the flowers grow, To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden’s fine, And wish that such a one were mine; But one can’t have a stock of flowers Unless he digs and digs for hours. My ground is always bleak and bare; The roses do not flourish […]
PARTING. There’s no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There’s such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one’s heart: There’s such a thing as dwelling On the thought ourselves have nursed, And with scorn and courage telling The world to do its worst. We’ll not let its follies grieve us, We’ll […]
Strange thoughts come to the man alone; ‘Tis then, if ever, he talks with God, And views himself as a single clod In the soil of life where the souls are grown. ‘Tis then he questions the why and where, The start and end of his years and days, And what is blame and what […]
Let me but live my life from year to year, With forward face and unreluctant soul; Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal; Not mourning for the things that disappear In the dim past, nor holding back in fear From what the future veils; but with a whole And happy heart, that pays its […]
All in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wrong, And there is gain in this. We do not always win the race, By only running right, We have to tread the mountain’s base Before we reach its height. The Christs alone no errors made; […]
Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear And the hurt and the ache of it Find us down here; Life must be what we make of it. Life is a song; Let us dance to the thrill of it. Grief’s hours […]
LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall ? Rapidly, merrily, Life’s sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily, Enjoy […]
WE are born; we laugh; we weep; We love; we droop; we die! Ah! wherefore do we laugh or weep? Why do we live, or die? Who knows that secret deep? Alas, not I! Why doth the violet spring Unseen by human eye? Why do the radiant seasons bring Sweet thoughts that quickly fly? Why […]
A poem that always motivates me and picks me up when I’m down.
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