Dirge for a Soldier by George H. Boker Close his eyes; his work is done! What to him is friend or foeman, Rise of moon, or set of sun, Hand of man, or kiss of woman? Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow! What cares he? he can not know: […]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword: His Truth is marching on. have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded […]
For this is war when a once vacant field has turned blood red when every man is nearly dead when the sky above has turned black For this is war there is no going back. For this is war when men crawl back to there base when empty tears are pourring down their face when […]
Huge and alert, irascible yet strong, We make our fitful way ‘mid right and wrong. One time we pour out millions to be free, Then rashly sweep an empire from the sea! One time we strike the shackles from the slaves, And then, quiescent, we are ruled by knaves. Often we rudely break restraining bars, […]
What you read is all there is If you cannot relate Then no problem If you are not that woman Wriggling in my poem Then let it be another woman Another woman that You mock That you think is So unreal A woman who is not you A woman who cannot be you Is still […]
I know a woman A remarkable woman A woman whose heart beats with Islamic rhythms from the desert lands on the Nile A woman dressed in shades of purple, Holding a mighty sword, Her breastplate adorned with Diamonds and tiger’s eye Reflect her almond-esque eyes Protecting her son A rare beauty Inside and out I […]
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river ran Through caverns measurless to man, Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers was girdled round, And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And there […]
I INTENDED an Ode, And it turn’d to a Sonnet It began a la mode, I intended an Ode; But Rose cross’d the road In her latest new bonnet; I intended an Ode; And it turn’d to a Sonnet. by Austin Henry Dobson
We know very little of Shams of Tabriz, the elusive Master who wandered the Near East in the 13th Century, seeking ever higher levels of mystical companionship. The legend is that one night he cried out from his longing, “Lord, show me one of Your Beloved Ones!” A Voice came, “What will you give in […]
To breathe To laugh To tear To cry Mother’s kisses And father’s hugs Sisters’ talks and Brother’s cries Day and night For fourteen years I remember when I was down I said to myself and made me happy Ode to water, ode to food Ode to me, and ode to you Most of all, Ode […]