Category Archives: Poetry

A Dream Within a Dream

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days … Continue reading

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Thought

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships and the like; (To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them, except as … Continue reading

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Čisté jitro

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Když za jitra, snů množstvím zemdleni, jsme vyšli do zahrad, zem celou, jako duši svou, jsme zřeli v ohni rozkvétat; i ptali jsme se větrů, vod a stromů, … Continue reading

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Laws for Creations

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Laws for Creations, For strong artists and leaders, for fresh broods of teachers and perfect literats for America, For noble savants and coming musicians. All must … Continue reading

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Lost Love

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) (From “In Memoriam”) I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods; … Continue reading

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The American Rebellion

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1776 Before Twas not while England’s sword unsheathed Put half a world to flight, Nor while their new-built cities breathed Secure behind her might; Not while she … Continue reading

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Birds of Passage

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the realms Of the shadowy elms A … Continue reading

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Konečně je to možná věc

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Konečně je to možná věc, že ještě něčím budu. Do Afriky se vypravím dobývat zlatou rudu. A nebude-li ze mne nic, co tulák bez profese budu se s … Continue reading

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Loneliness

…from the quills of the dead white poets Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) 1830 It’s Hell for us to draw the fetters Of life in alienation, stiff. All people prefer to share gladness, And nobody – to share grief. As … Continue reading

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“That Time Of Year..”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) (From “Sonnets”, LXXIII) That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against … Continue reading

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Buddha at Kamakura

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1892 “And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura” O ye who tread the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, Be gentle when “the heathen” pray … Continue reading

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The Seafarer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941) 1923 Rock me down, o starry skiff! My head tired from waves, so stiff! Very long I look for abode, – My head tired from passions, hot: … Continue reading

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You felons on trial in courts

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) You felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain’d and handcuff’d with iron, Who am I too that I am not on … Continue reading

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Domove,domove…

…from the quills of the dead white poets Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) V divokou vřavu světa hlas domova se ozval zádumčivě. Pěšinkou, která nikdy nezaroste vyšel jsem hledat rodný dům. A topoly a lípa šuměly posud nad ztemnělou střechou, … Continue reading

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Beginning my studies

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, The least insect or animal, the senses,eyesight … Continue reading

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Teddy Bear

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes – do you wander why You’ve slept such a long, … Continue reading

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Po letech

…from the quills of the dead white poets Ivan Sabinov Děvčátko tichoučké s milýma očima až budeš po letech obracet tento list, až mládí uteče, jak horská bystřina, pak vzpomeň, kdo chtěl dát srdéčku kdysi jíst… Až vlásky zbělají, až … Continue reading

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The Means to attain a Happy Life

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Howard (c.1517 -1547) My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find; The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The … Continue reading

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Demaskovaná láska

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Dobře jsem jedl a dobře jsem pil navečer ve Pšorboji a v noci jsem se nasytil smyslnou láskou tvojí. Tvá malá ramena líbal jsem něžně znova a znova. … Continue reading

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To His Love (i)

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer, And tell me whereto can ye liken it: When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An hundred graces as in … Continue reading

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