English Poetry

The Source

The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has…

8 months ago

The Recall

The night was dark when she went away, and the slept.The night is dark now, and I call for her,…

8 months ago

The Merchant

Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands.Imagine that my boat is…

8 months ago

The Last Bargain

"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.Sword in hand, the…

8 months ago

The Kiss

Lips' language to lips' ears.Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence…

8 months ago

The Journey

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the…

8 months ago

The Hero

Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through astrange and dangerous country.You are riding in a palanquin and…

8 months ago

The Gift

I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in thestream of the world.Our lives will be…

8 months ago

The Gardener XXXIV: Do Not Go, My Love

Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave.I have watched all night, and nowmy eyes are heavy with sleep.I fear…

8 months ago

The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love

"Trust love even if it brings sorrow.Do not close up your heart.""Ah no, my friend, your words aredark, I cannot…

8 months ago