Tag Archives: Life

SHE

Posted on September 21, 2018 by Sumitranandan Pant

Heaven in our world can start, clearly seen in her heart; Opening each new petal reveals another scent When the filled soul is content And eternal love plays her part.

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SONNETS XVI: LOVE AND ART

Posted on September 16, 2018 by Michelangelo Buonarroti

Of course as with all writers who pen with ink .        There is high and the low and a mediocre style, .        In marble imagining too comes the rich or vile, .        Which only later I came to with my … Continue reading →

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OFFERING HER SONGS – Number 15

Posted on September 16, 2018 by Rabindranath Tagore

My joy is to sing .         poems to the World. When her song is deep .         I sit and hear her voice. .                  In a world of working things, .                  where everyone lives but me, .                  my heart finds her … Continue reading →

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SLEEPWALKING-NIGHTS: ON WAKING DAYS – FIRST NIGHT

Posted on September 16, 2018 by August Strindberg

So goodbye, to you, it is a world of beauty, With cool rivers and groves of green! At the time of our parting, feelings relented, With our fresh thoughts also falling ill, I admitted, that you were beautiful, And we … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XVa

Posted on September 9, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

These four songs, I wrote them whilst I was sick. Now they are written I no longer think of them. Let us rejoice, if we can, in our sickness, As we may never find her full health, Like those people … Continue reading →

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