Category Archives: Poetry

Silence

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter … Continue reading

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“I’m Hamlet Now…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) I’m Hamlet now. Freezes blood, When the perfidy waves laces, While love is first – and lives in heart For her – the one in times … Continue reading

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Monte Cassino

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) Terra Di Lavoro Beautiful valley! through whose verdant meads Unheard the Garigliano glides along;– The Liris, nurse of rushes and of reeds, The river taciturn of … Continue reading

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Delilah

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) We have another viceroy now, — those days are dead and done Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. Delilah Aberyswith was a lady — not too … Continue reading

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Verše

…from the quills of the dead white poets Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) Kam došli jste kdo? V září hvězd pod cizím nebem bloudili jsme spolu, snílkové z jiných dob. Vzpomínám. Střecha má mi drahá jest jak rodná země, jež … Continue reading

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“I Often Shiver With Cold”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Osip Mandelshtam 1891 -1938 I often shiver with cold – I want to be mute as a thing! There is, in the skies, dancing gold Sending me commands to sing! Singer, be … Continue reading

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Carry On!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958)   It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, And you’re mad with thrill and the glory; It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, And wallow in … Continue reading

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Legenda tajemné viny

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Jas hodin mých budoucích ozářil chvíli tu v snech a všemi svícemi lustrů rozkvetl v dní mých slavnostní sály; tam prýštěla hudba mých budoucích jar a ztajených něh, … Continue reading

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The Answer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured ‘gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden wind at twilight’s hush Had snapped her … Continue reading

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The Beggar

…from the quills of the dead white poets Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) By gates of an abode, blessed, A man stood, asking for donation, A beggar, cruelly oppressed By hunger, thirst and deprivation. He asked just for a piece … Continue reading

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“Shall I Compare Thee…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s … Continue reading

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Just think!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) Just think! some night the stars will gleam Upon a cold, grey stone, And trace a name with silver beam, And lo! ‘twill be your own. … Continue reading

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Agonie touhy

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Zda v pánvích západů vyhasly hořících jantarů víry, zlat zelený var na popel spálených duh, a půlnocí svit jenž modrými parami síry mlh závoje bílí a hazí na … Continue reading

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Mesopotamia

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1917 They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave: But the men who left them thriftily to die … Continue reading

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The Human Abstract

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Blake (1757 – 1827) Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor, And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we. And mutual … Continue reading

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Doupata hadů

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Skryté své zahrady viděl jsem v slavnostech července kvést, v blankytů éterná loubí se slétlo tisíce tajemných ptáků: na květech zrosených nechaly půlnoci nejsladší úsměvy hvězd, a jako … Continue reading

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“Fill a Glass…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903   Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet Set your perfume unto mine, And forget. Every kiss we take and give … Continue reading

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Spirits of the Dead

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. … Continue reading

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“I Was Born In the Right Time…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) 1913 I was born in the right time, in whole, Only this time is one that is blessed, But great God did not let my poor soul … Continue reading

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Winter

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in … Continue reading

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