Although you hide in the ebb and flowOf the pale tide when the moon has set,The people of coming days will knowAbout the casting out of my net,And how you have leaped times out of mindOver the little silver cords,And think that you were hard and unkind,And blame you with…
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write for example: ‘The night is fracturedand they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’ The night wind turns in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest lines tonight.I loved her, sometimes she loved me too. On nights like these I held…
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Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,My heart is gone, far, far from me;And ever on its track will fleeMy thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea. Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,The swallow wanders fast and free:Oh, happy bird! were I like thee,I, too, would fly beyond the sea. Beyond the…
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we crossed the mountainswith the rising of the sunthe dawn racing ahead of uslike a mad horse on the other sidethe valleythe riverthe treesa whole landscapebathedin early sunlightstill shiveringwith the breathing of night I wonderedwhy the weightshad gone from my shoulderswhy the guns and kniveshad rusted in my belt our…
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an evening creaks intouching shadows with a tingeof smilea slow release laughteraloe and wild grass shake tojazz momentstiredness breaks its shacklesran the curves of a distant sunwords lost its way homeas usuala poem unwound itselffrom an angle of your eyemdantsane bursts itself in a mayhemof another carnival night. Amitabh Mitra…
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Drag me from this place of peaceAnd force on me your solitudeDrown my cares with guilt and painMy heart it’s dreams will ere elude. Dream now the dream that wakes my soulTo days when love will reign once moreThe breeze that dissipates hate and fearRecalls now what the heart is…
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My loveHas told meThat he needs me. That’s whyI take good care of myselfWatch out where I’m going andFear that any drop of rainMight kill me. Bertolt Brecht (1898 – 1956)
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The timeless waves crash against the desolate beach,Haunted cries of the gulls, hanging in a lonely wind.As sand whips around my feet plumes of reeds guide my eyes.The pink horizon holding memories of an ancient mariner’s tale.Each breath invigorates my soul with peace from this world,The muffled applause of sea…
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Pity Me Not
Pity me not because the light of dayAt close of day no longer walks the sky;Pity me not for beauties passed awayFrom field and thicket as the year goes by;Pity me not the waning of the moon,Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,Nor that a man’s desire…
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When April bends above meAnd finds me fast asleepDust need not keep the secretA live heart died to keep. When April tells the thrushes,The meadow-larks will know,And pipe the three words lightlyTo all the winds that blow. Above his roof the swallows,In notes like far-blown rain,Will tell the little sparrowBeside…
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Oh, the charm of idle dreamingWhere the dappled shadows dance,All the leafy aisles are teemingWith the lure of old romance! Down into the forest dipping,Deep and deeper as we go,One might fancy dryads slippingWhere the white-stemmed birches grow. Lurking gnome and freakish fairyIn the fern may peep and hide .…