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Topic: Very Short Poems - up to 8 Lines Posted: 15-Feb-2012 at 20:44 |
I'm done with Villon, couldn't find anything more from him online, so my next project is Omar Khayyams's "Rubaiyat": I
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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Posted: 16-Feb-2012 at 19:24 |
Omar Khayyam "Rubaiyat" II
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"
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Posted: 19-Feb-2012 at 19:00 |
Omar Khayyam: III
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted--"Open then the Door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."
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Posted: 20-Feb-2012 at 21:04 |
Omar Khayyam: IV
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
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Posted: 23-Feb-2012 at 01:45 |
Omar Khayyam: V
Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,
And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine,
And many a Garden by the Water blows,
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Posted: 24-Feb-2012 at 00:21 |
Omar Khayyam: VI
And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!"--the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers t' incarnadine.
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Posted: 27-Feb-2012 at 02:13 |
Omar Khayyam: VII
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
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Posted: 28-Feb-2012 at 00:20 |
Omar Khayyam: VIII
Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
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Posted: 28-Feb-2012 at 19:46 |
Omar Khayyam: IX
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
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Posted: 02-Mar-2012 at 00:34 |
Omar Khayyam: X
Well, let it take them! What have we to do
With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru?
Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will,
Or Hatim call to Supper--heed not you
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Posted: 02-Mar-2012 at 23:33 |
Omar Khayyam: XI
With me along the strip of Herbage strown
That just divides the desert from the sown,
Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot--
And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne!
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Posted: 05-Mar-2012 at 03:01 |
Omar Khayyam: XII
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
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Posted: 05-Mar-2012 at 23:25 |
Omar Khayyam: XIII
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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Posted: 06-Mar-2012 at 18:57 |
Omar Khayam: XIV
Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow,
At once the silken tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."
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Posted: 07-Mar-2012 at 18:11 |
Omar Khayam: XV
And those who husbanded the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
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Posted: 10-Mar-2012 at 14:28 |
Omar Khayyam: XVI
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
Lighting a little hour or two--is gone.
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Posted: 11-Mar-2012 at 03:14 |
Omar Khayyam: XVII
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.
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Posted: 11-Mar-2012 at 22:12 |
Omar Khayyam: XXVIII
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--
"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."
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Posted: 13-Mar-2012 at 19:45 |
Omar Khayyam: XIX
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
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Posted: 14-Mar-2012 at 13:30 |
Omar Khayyam: XX And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!
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