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So I could almost feelThe plumb line of the creased tweed hit my heel,My shoulders like a spar or arms of a scaleUnder the jacket, my whole shape realignedIn ways that suited me down to the ground.So Although a suit was the last thing that I neededI weighed his words and wore them and decided There and then it was going for a song.", "poem.author": "Seamus Heaney" }, "2297": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2297, "poem.id": 2297, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:05:32", "poem.title": "‘When all the others were away at Mass'", "poem.date": "7/23/2015", "poem.content": "[from Clearances in memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984]3When all the others were away at MassI was all hers as we peeled potatoes.They broke the silence, let fall one by oneLike solder weeping off the soldering iron:Cold comforts set between us, things to shareGleaming in a bucket of clean water.And again let fall. Little pleasant splashesFrom each other's work would bring us to our senses.So while the parish priest at her bedsideWent hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dyingAnd some were responding and some cryingI remembered her head bent towards my head,Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives-Never closer the whole rest of our lives.", "poem.author": "Seamus Heaney" }, "2298": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2298, "poem.id": 2298, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:05:35", "poem.title": "Oysters", "poem.date": "12/16/2014", "poem.content": "Our shells clacked on the plates.My tongue was a filling estuary,My palate hung with starlight:As I tasted the salty PleiadesOrion dipped his foot into the water.Alive and violated,They lay on their bed of ice:Bivalves: the split bulbAnd philandering sigh of oceanMillions of them ripped and shucked and scattered.We had driven to that coastThrough flowers and limestoneAnd there we were, toasting friendship,Laying down a perfect memoryIn the cool of thatch and crockery.Over the Alps, packed deep in hay and snow,The Romans hauled their oysters south to Rome:I saw damp panniers disgorgeThe frond-lipped, brine-stungGlut of privilegeAnd was angry that my trust could not reposeIn the clear light, like poetry or freedomLeaning in from sea. I ate the dayDeliberately, that its tangMight quicken me all into verb, pure verb.", "poem.author": "Seamus Heaney" }, "2299": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2299, "poem.id": 2299, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:05:42", "poem.title": "Anything Can Happen", "poem.date": "2/19/2015", "poem.content": "Anything can happen. You know how JupiterWill mostly wait for clouds to gather headBefore he hurls the lightning? Well, just nowHe galloped his thunder cart and his horsesAcross a clear blue sky. It shook the earthAnd the clogged underearth, the River Styx,The winding streams, the Atlantic shore itself.Anything can happen, the tallest towersBe overturned, those in high places daunted,Those overlooked regarded. Stropped-beak FortuneSwoops, making the air gasp, tearing the crest off one,Setting it down bleeding on the next.Ground gives. The heaven's weightLifts up off Atlas like a kettle-lid.Capstones shift, nothing resettles right.Telluric ash and fire-spores boil away.", "poem.author": "Seamus Heaney" }, "2300": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2300, "poem.id": 2300, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:05:49", "poem.title": "Villanelle For An Anniversary", "poem.date": "2/9/2015", "poem.content": "A spirit moved. John Harvard walked the yard,The atom lay unsplit, the west unwon,The books stood open and the gates unbarred.The maps dreamt on like moondust. Nothing stirred.The future was a verb in hibernation.A spirit moved, John Harvard walked the yard.Before the classic style, before the clapboard,All through the small hours of an origin,The books stood open and the gate unbarred.Night passage of a migratory bird.Wingflap. Gownflap. Like a homing pigeonA spirit moved, John Harvard walked the yard.Was that his soul (look) sped to its rewardBy grace or works? A shooting star? An omen?The books stood open and the gate unbarred.Begin again where frosts and tests were hard.Find yourself or founder. 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someone came to me and said'The little fishes are in bed.'I said to him, I said it plain,'Then you must wake them up again.'I said it very loud and clear:I went and shouted in his ear.But he was very stiff and proud:He said 'You needn't shout so loud!'And he was very proud and stiff:He said 'I'd go and wake them, if-'I took a corkscrew from the shelf:I went to wake them up myself.And when I found the door was locked,I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.And when I found the door was shut,I tried to turn the handle, but-", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2364": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2364, "poem.id": 2364, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:52:37", "poem.title": "Christmas Greetings", "poem.date": "12/14/2015", "poem.content": "Lady dear, if Fairies mayFor a moment lay aside Cunning tricks and elfish play, 'Tis at happy Christmas-tide.We have heard the children say - Gentle children, whom we love - Long ago, on Christmas Day, Came a message from above.Still, as Christmas-tide comes round, They remember it again - Echo still the joyful sound 'Peace on earth, good-will to men!'Yet the hearts must childlike be Where such heavenly guests abide: Unto children, in their glee, All the year is Christmas-tide!Thus, forgetting tricks and play For a moment, Lady dear, We would wish you, if we may, Merry Christmas, glad New Year!", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2365": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2365, "poem.id": 2365, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:52:42", "poem.title": "To Miss Vera Beringer", "poem.date": "2/3/2015", "poem.content": "There was a young lady of station'I love man' was her sole exclamationBut when men cried, 'You flatter'She replied, 'Oh! no matterIsle of Man is the true explanation'", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2366": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2366, "poem.id": 2366, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:52:50", "poem.title": "The Manlet", "poem.date": "1/27/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2367": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2367, "poem.id": 2367, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:52:56", "poem.title": "The Walrus And The Baker's Man", "poem.date": "12/16/2014", "poem.content": "A loaf of bread, the Walrus said,Is what we chiefly need:Pepper and vinegar besidesAre very good indeed- Now if you're ready, Oysters, dear,We can begin to feed!", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2368": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2368, "poem.id": 2368, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:53:03", "poem.title": "Beautiful Soup", "poem.date": "11/26/2014", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2369": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2369, "poem.id": 2369, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:53:07", "poem.title": "Theme With Variations", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2370": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2370, "poem.id": 2370, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:53:15", "poem.title": "Fit The Third ( Hunting Of The Snark )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2371": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2371, "poem.id": 2371, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:53:21", "poem.title": "Phantasmagoria Canto Vii ( Sad Souvenaunce )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2372": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2372, "poem.id": 2372, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:53:25", "poem.title": "Ye Carpette Knyghte", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2373": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2373, "poem.id": 2373, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 07:53:32", "poem.title": "I'Ll Tell Thee Everything I Can", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2374": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2374, "poem.id": 2374, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:36:04", "poem.title": "Fit The Sixth ( Hunting Of The Snark )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2375": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2375, "poem.id": 2375, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:36:04", "poem.title": "Phantasmagoria Canto V ( Byckerment )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2376": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2376, "poem.id": 2376, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:36:04", "poem.title": "The Lang Coortin'", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2377": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2377, "poem.id": 2377, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:06:00", "poem.title": "Phantasmagoria Canto Iv ( Hys Nouryture )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2378": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2378, "poem.id": 2378, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:36:04", "poem.title": "The Palace Of Humbug", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2379": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2379, "poem.id": 2379, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:14:08", "poem.title": "Phantasmagoria Canto Iii ( Scarmoges )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2380": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2380, "poem.id": 2380, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:36:04", "poem.title": "Phantasmagoria Canto Ii ( Hys Fyve Rules )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2381": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2381, "poem.id": 2381, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:36:04", "poem.title": "Tema Con Variazioni", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2382": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2382, "poem.id": 2382, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:33:29", "poem.title": "Phantasmagoria Canto Vi ( Dyscomfyture )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2383": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2383, "poem.id": 2383, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:34:11", "poem.title": "Photography Extraordinary", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2384": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2384, "poem.id": 2384, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:36:04", "poem.title": "Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2385": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2385, "poem.id": 2385, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:35:05", "poem.title": "Preface To Hunting Of The Snark", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2386": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2386, "poem.id": 2386, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:35:57", "poem.title": "Fit The Fourth ( Hunting Of The Snark )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2387": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2387, "poem.id": 2387, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:36:06", "poem.title": "Madrigal", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2388": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2388, "poem.id": 2388, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:36:24", "poem.title": "Hiawatha's Photographing", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2389": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2389, "poem.id": 2389, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:36:37", "poem.title": "The Three Voices", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2390": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2390, "poem.id": 2390, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:37:48", "poem.title": "Melancholetta", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2391": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2391, "poem.id": 2391, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:38:14", "poem.title": "Prologue", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2392": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2392, "poem.id": 2392, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:38:18", "poem.title": "She's All My Fancy Painted Him", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2393": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2393, "poem.id": 2393, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:38:28", "poem.title": "The Aged Aged Man", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2394": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2394, "poem.id": 2394, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:38:36", "poem.title": "Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2395": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2395, "poem.id": 2395, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:38:52", "poem.title": "Fit The Seventh ( Hunting Of The Snark )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2396": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2396, "poem.id": 2396, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:38:57", "poem.title": "Bessie's Song To Her Doll", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2397": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2397, "poem.id": 2397, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:04", "poem.title": "Fit The Eighth (Hunting Of The Snark )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2398": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2398, "poem.id": 2398, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:10", "poem.title": "Fit The Second ( Hunting Of The Snark )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2399": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2399, "poem.id": 2399, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:13", "poem.title": "The Voice Of The Lobster", "poem.date": "5/13/2001", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2400": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2400, "poem.id": 2400, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:17", "poem.title": "Another Acrostic ( In The Style Of Father William )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "2401": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2401, "poem.id": 2401, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:22", "poem.title": "Fit The First: ( Hunting Of The Snark )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29222": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29222, "poem.id": 29222, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:10:34", "poem.title": "The Sea", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29223": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29223, "poem.id": 29223, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:10:38", "poem.title": "Fit The Fifth ( Hunting Of The Snark )", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29224": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29224, "poem.id": 29224, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:10:43", "poem.title": "The Lobster-Quadrille", "poem.date": "5/13/2001", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29225": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29225, "poem.id": 29225, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:10:49", "poem.title": "Fame's Penny-Trumpet", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29226": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29226, "poem.id": 29226, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:10:53", "poem.title": "The Knight's Song", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29227": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29227, "poem.id": 29227, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:10:54", "poem.title": "The Sea", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29228": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29228, "poem.id": 29228, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:10:57", "poem.title": "The White Knight's Song", "poem.date": "5/13/2001", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29229": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29229, "poem.id": 29229, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:10:59", "poem.title": "Punctuality", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29230": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29230, "poem.id": 29230, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:03", "poem.title": "Rules And Regulations", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29231": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29231, "poem.id": 29231, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:09", "poem.title": "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat!", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29232": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29232, "poem.id": 29232, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:15", "poem.title": "Life Is But A Dream", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29233": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29233, "poem.id": 29233, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:20", "poem.title": "Alice And The White Knight", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29234": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29234, "poem.id": 29234, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:24", "poem.title": "Atalanta In Camden -Town", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29235": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29235, "poem.id": 29235, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:26", "poem.title": "Speak Roughly To Your Little Boy", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29236": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29236, "poem.id": 29236, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:31", "poem.title": "How Doth The Little Crocodile...", "poem.date": "5/13/2001", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29237": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29237, "poem.id": 29237, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:37", "poem.title": "Lays Of Sorrow", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29238": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29238, "poem.id": 29238, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:43", "poem.title": "Acrostic", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29239": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29239, "poem.id": 29239, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:48", "poem.title": "Size And Tears", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29240": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29240, "poem.id": 29240, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:50", "poem.title": "A Nursery Darling", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29241": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29241, "poem.id": 29241, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:54", "poem.title": "Four Riddles", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29242": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29242, "poem.id": 29242, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:11:58", "poem.title": "The Mad Gardener's Song", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29243": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29243, "poem.id": 29243, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:02", "poem.title": "My Fairy", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29244": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29244, "poem.id": 29244, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:08", "poem.title": "Father William", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29245": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29245, "poem.id": 29245, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:13", "poem.title": "Epilogue To Through The Looking Glass", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29246": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29246, "poem.id": 29246, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:19", "poem.title": "You Are Old Father William", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29247": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29247, "poem.id": 29247, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:21", "poem.title": "The Hunting Of The Snark", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29248": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29248, "poem.id": 29248, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:27", "poem.title": "Dedication", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29249": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29249, "poem.id": 29249, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:30", "poem.title": "Dreamland", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29250": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29250, "poem.id": 29250, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:36", "poem.title": "All In The Golden Afternoon", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29251": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29251, "poem.id": 29251, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:41", "poem.title": "A Sea Dirge", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "There are certain things - as, a spider, a ghost,The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -That I hate, but the thing that I hate the mostIs a thing they call the Sea. Pour some salt water over the floor -Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:Suppose it extended a mile or more,THAT'S very like the Sea. Beat a dog till it howls outright -Cruel, but all very well for a spree:Suppose that he did so day and night,THAT would be like the Sea. I had a vision of nursery-maids;Tens of thousands passed by me -All leading children with wooden spades,And this was by the Sea. Who invented those spades of wood?Who was it cut them out of the tree?None, I think, but an idiot could -Or one that loved the Sea. It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to floatWith 'thoughts as boundless, and souls as free':But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat,How do you like the Sea? There is an insect that people avoid(Whence is derived the verb 'to flee').Where have you been by it most annoyed?In lodgings by the Sea. If you like your coffee with sand for dregs,A decided hint of salt in your tea,And a fishy taste in the very eggs -By all means choose the Sea. And if, with these dainties to drink and eat,You prefer not a vestige of grass or tree,And a chronic state of wet in your feet,Then - I recommend the Sea. For I have friends who dwell by the coast -Pleasant friends they are to me!It is when I am with them I wonder mostThat anyone likes the Sea. They take me a walk: though tired and stiff,To climb the heights I madly agree;And, after a tumble or so from the cliff,They kindly suggest the Sea. I try the rocks, and I think it coolThat they laugh with such an excess of glee,As I heavily slip into every poolThat skirts the cold cold Sea.", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29252": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29252, "poem.id": 29252, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:46", "poem.title": "The Walrus And The Carpenter", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "The sun was shining on the sea,Shining with all his might:He did his very best to makeThe billows smooth and bright --And this was odd, because it wasThe middle of the night.The moon was shining sulkily,Because she thought the sunHad got no business to be thereAfter the day was done --'It's very rude of him.' she said,'To come and spoil the fun!'The sea was wet as wet could be,The sands were dry as dry.You could not see a cloud, becauseNo cloud was in the sky:No birds were flying overhead --There were no birds to fly.The Walrus and the CarpenterWere walking close at hand:They wept like anything to seeSuch quantities of sand:'If this were only cleared away,'They said, 'it would be grand.''If seven maids with seven mopsSwept it for half a year,Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,'That they could get it clear?''l doubt it,' said the Carpenter,And shed a bitter tear.'O Oysters, come and walk with us!The Walrus did beseech.'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,Along the briny beach:We cannot do with more than four,To give a hand to each.'The eldest Oyster looked at him,But never a word he said:The eldest Oyster winked his eye,And shook his heavy head --Meaning to say he did not chooseTo leave the oyster-bed.Out four young Oysters hurried up.All eager for the treat:Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,Their shoes were clean and neat --And this was odd, because, you know,They hadn't any feet.Four other Oysters followed them,And yet another four;And thick and fast they came at last,And more, and more, and more --All hopping through the frothy waves,And scrambling to the shore.The Walrus and the CarpenterWalked on a mile or so,And then they rested on a rockConveniently low:And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.'The time has come,' the Walrus said,'To talk of many things:Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --Of cabbages -- and kings --And why the sea is boiling hot --And whether pigs have wings.''But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,'Before we have our chat;For some of us are out of breath,And all of us are fat!''No hurry!' said the Carpenter.They thanked him much for that.'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,'Is what we chiefly need:Pepper and vinegar besidesAre very good indeed --Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,We can begin to feed.''But not on us!' the Oysters cried,Turning a little blue.'After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!''The night is fine,' the Walrus said,'Do you admire the view?''It was so kind of you to come!And you are very nice!'The Carpenter said nothing but'Cut us another slice-I wish you were not quite so deaf-I've had to ask you twice!''It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,'To play them such a trick.After we've brought them out so far,And made them trot so quick!'The Carpenter said nothing but'The butter's spread too thick!''I weep for you,'the Walrus said:'I deeply sympathize.'With sobs and tears he sorted outThose of the largest size,Holding his pocket-handkerchiefBefore his streaming eyes.'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,'You've had a pleasant run!Shall we be trotting home again?'But answer came there none --And this was scarcely odd, becauseThey'd eaten every one.", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29253": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29253, "poem.id": 29253, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:49", "poem.title": "A Valentine", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29254": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29254, "poem.id": 29254, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:54", "poem.title": "A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29255": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29255, "poem.id": 29255, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:12:59", "poem.title": "Echoes", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29256": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29256, "poem.id": 29256, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:02", "poem.title": "My Fancy", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29257": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29257, "poem.id": 29257, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:08", "poem.title": "Little Birds", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29258": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29258, "poem.id": 29258, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:13", "poem.title": "Brother And Sister", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29259": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29259, "poem.id": 29259, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:18", "poem.title": "A Game Of Fives", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29260": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29260, "poem.id": 29260, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:20", "poem.title": "The Crocodile", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29261": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29261, "poem.id": 29261, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:22", "poem.title": "A Strange Wild Song", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" }, "29262": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29262, "poem.id": 29262, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:25", "poem.title": "Jabberwocky", "poem.date": "5/13/2001", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Lewis Carroll" } } }, "114": { "poet.id": 114, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:04:30", "poet.title": "Federico García Lorca", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2402": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2402, "poem.id": 2402, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:26", "poem.title": "Train Ride", "poem.date": "5/29/2015", "poem.content": "After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fanof railway landscape sidled onthe pivotof a larger arc into the green of evening;I remembered that noon I saw a gradual budstill white; though dead in its warm bloom;always the enemy is the foe at home.And I wondered what surgery could recoverour lost, long stride of indolence and leisurewhich is labor in reverse; what physic recall the smilenot of lips, but of eyes as of the sea bemused.We, when we disperse from common sleep to severaltasks, we gather to despair; we, who assembledonce for hopes from common toil to dreamsor sickish and hurting or triumphal rapture;always our enemy is our foe at home.We, deafened with far scattered city rattlesto the hubbub of forest birds (never having'had time' to grieve or to hear through vivid sleepthe sea knock on its cracked and hollow stones)so that the stars, almost, and birds comply,and the garden-wet; the trees retire; We area scared patrol, fearing the guns behind;always the enemy is the foe at home.What wonder that we fear our own eyes' lookand fidget to be at home alone, and pitifullyput of age by some change in brushing the hairand stumble to our ends like smothered runners at their tape;We follow our shreds of fame into an ambush.Then (as while the stars herd to the great troughthe blind, in the always-only-outward of their dismantledarchways, awake at the smell of warmed stoneor the sound of reeds, lifting from the diminto the segment of green dawn) alwaysour enemy is our foe at home, morecertainly than through spoken words or from grief-twisted writing on paper, unblotted by tearsthe thought came:There is no physicfor the world's ill, nor surgery; it must(hot smell of tar on wet salt air)burn in fever forever, an incense piercedwith arrows, whose name is Love and another nameRebellion (the twinge, the gulf, split seconds,the very raindrops, render, and instancyof Love).All Poetry to this not-to-be-looked-upon sunof Passion is the moon's cupped light; allPolitics to this moon, a moon's reflectedcupped light, like the moon of Rome, afterthe deep well of Grecian light sank low;always the enemy is the foe at home.But these three are friends whose arms twinewithout words; as, in still air,the great grove leans to wind, past and to come.", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2403": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2403, "poem.id": 2403, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:33", "poem.title": "The Old Lizard", "poem.date": "3/26/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2404": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2404, "poem.id": 2404, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:39", "poem.title": "Peaceful Waters:Variation", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2405": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2405, "poem.id": 2405, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:45", "poem.title": "Ode To Walt Whitman", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2406": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2406, "poem.id": 2406, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:49", "poem.title": "The Song Of The Barren Orange Tree", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2407": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2407, "poem.id": 2407, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:39:56", "poem.title": "Ode To Salvador Dali", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2408": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2408, "poem.id": 2408, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:01", "poem.title": "Saturday Paseo: Adelina", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2409": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2409, "poem.id": 2409, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:05", "poem.title": "The Guitar-La Guitarra", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2410": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2410, "poem.id": 2410, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:11", "poem.title": "Sonnet", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2411": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2411, "poem.id": 2411, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:21", "poem.title": "Piccolo Valzer Viennese", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2412": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2412, "poem.id": 2412, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:23", "poem.title": "Preciosa Y El Aire", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2413": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2413, "poem.id": 2413, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:29", "poem.title": "Paisaje", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2414": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2414, "poem.id": 2414, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:37", "poem.title": "Cantos Nuevos", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2415": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2415, "poem.id": 2415, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:40", "poem.title": "The Faithless Wife", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2416": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2416, "poem.id": 2416, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:48", "poem.title": "Serenata", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2417": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2417, "poem.id": 2417, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:55", "poem.title": "Adam", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2418": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2418, "poem.id": 2418, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:40:57", "poem.title": "The Little Mute Boy", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2419": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2419, "poem.id": 2419, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:01", "poem.title": "Debussy [with English Translation]", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2420": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2420, "poem.id": 2420, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:06", "poem.title": "MuriÓ Al Amanecer", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2421": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2421, "poem.id": 2421, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:09", "poem.title": "Landscape Of A Vomiting Multitude", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2422": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2422, "poem.id": 2422, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:14", "poem.title": "Nocturnos De La Ventana", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2423": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2423, "poem.id": 2423, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:20", "poem.title": "Romance Sonámbulo", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2424": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2424, "poem.id": 2424, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:25", "poem.title": "The Gypsy And The Wind", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2425": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2425, "poem.id": 2425, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:32", "poem.title": "Muerte De AntoÑIto El Camborio", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2426": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2426, "poem.id": 2426, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:35", "poem.title": "Declaring", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2427": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2427, "poem.id": 2427, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:40", "poem.title": "Balada Amarilla Iv", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2428": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2428, "poem.id": 2428, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:42", "poem.title": "Gacela Of The Dead Child", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2429": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2429, "poem.id": 2429, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:45", "poem.title": "La Casada Infiel", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2430": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2430, "poem.id": 2430, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:50", "poem.title": "Sonnet Of The Sweet Complaint", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2431": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2431, "poem.id": 2431, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:53", "poem.title": "El Balcón", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2432": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2432, "poem.id": 2432, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:41:56", "poem.title": "Adivinanza De La Guitarra", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2433": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2433, "poem.id": 2433, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:01", "poem.title": "Gacela Of Unforseen Love", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2434": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2434, "poem.id": 2434, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:07", "poem.title": "Weeping", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2435": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2435, "poem.id": 2435, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:13", "poem.title": "Dawn", "poem.date": "3/29/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2436": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2436, "poem.id": 2436, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:18", "poem.title": "Arbolé, Arbolé", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2437": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2437, "poem.id": 2437, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:22", "poem.title": "Las Seis Cuerdas", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2438": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2438, "poem.id": 2438, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:28", "poem.title": "Little Viennese Waltz", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2439": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2439, "poem.id": 2439, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:35", "poem.title": "Gacela Of The Dark Death", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2440": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2440, "poem.id": 2440, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:40", "poem.title": "Ditty Of First Desire", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "2441": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2441, "poem.id": 2441, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:47", "poem.title": "Lament For Ignacio Sánchez Mejías", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "1. Cogida and deathAt five in the afternoon.It was exactly five in the afternoon.A boy brought the white sheetat five in the afternoon.A frail of lime ready preparedat five in the afternoon.The rest was death, and death alone.The wind carried away the cottonwoolat five in the afternoon.And the oxide scattered crystal and nickelat five in the afternoon.Now the dove and the leopard wrestleat five in the afternoon.And a thigh with a desolated hornat five in the afternoon.The bass-string struck upat five in the afternoon.Arsenic bells and smokeat five in the afternoon.Groups of silence in the cornersat five in the afternoon.And the bull alone with a high heart!At five in the afternoon.When the sweat of snow was comingat five in the afternoon,when the bull ring was covered with iodineat five in the afternoon.Death laid eggs in the woundat five in the afternoon.At five in the afternoon.At five o'clock in the afternoon.A coffin on wheels is his bedat five in the afternoon.Bones and flutes resound in his earsat five in the afternoon.Now the bull was bellowing through his foreheadat five in the afternoon.The room was iridiscent with agonyat five in the afternoon.In the distance the gangrene now comesat five in the afternoon.Horn of the lily through green groinsat five in the afternoon.The wounds were burning like sunsat five in the afternoon.At five in the afternoon.Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon!It was five by all the clocks!It was five in the shade of the afternoon!2. The Spilled BloodI will not see it!Tell the moon to come,for I do not want to see the bloodof Ignacio on the sand.I will not see it!The moon wide open.Horse of still clouds,and the grey bull ring of dreamswith willows in the barreras.I will not see it!Let my memory kindle!Warm the jasminesof such minute whiteness!I will not see it!The cow of the ancient worldpassed har sad tongueover a snout of bloodspilled on the sand,and the bulls of Guisando,partly death and partly stone,bellowed like two centuriessated with threading the earth.No.I will not see it!Ignacio goes up the tierswith all his death on his shoulders.He sought for the dawnbut the dawn was no more.He seeks for his confident profileand the dream bewilders himHe sought for his beautiful bodyand encountered his opened bloodDo not ask me to see it!I do not want to hear it spurteach time with less strength:that spurt that illuminatesthe tiers of seats, and spillsover the cordury and the leatherof a thirsty multiude.Who shouts that I should come near!Do not ask me to see it!His eyes did not closewhen he saw the horns near,but the terrible motherslifted their heads.And across the ranches,an air of secret voices rose,shouting to celestial bulls,herdsmen of pale mist.There was no prince in Sevillawho could compare to him,nor sword like his swordnor heart so true.Like a river of lionswas his marvellous strength,and like a marble torosohis firm drawn moderation.The air of Andalusian Romegilded his headwhere his smile was a spikenardof wit and intelligence.What a great torero in the ring!What a good peasant in the sierra!How gentle with the sheaves!How hard with the spurs!How tender with the dew!How dazzling the fiesta!How tremendous with the finalbanderillas of darkness!But now he sleeps without end.Now the moss and the grassopen with sure fingersthe flower of his skull.And now his blood comes out singing;singing along marshes and meadows,sliden on frozen horns,faltering soulles in the miststoumbling over a thousand hoofslike a long, dark, sad tongue,to form a pool of agonyclose to the starry Guadalquivir.Oh, white wall of Spain!Oh, black bull of sorrow!Oh, hard blood of Ignacio!Oh, nightingale of his veins!No.I will not see it!No chalice can contain it,no swallows can drink it,no frost of light can cool it,nor song nor deluge og white lilies,no glass can cover mit with silver.No.I will not see it!3. The Laid Out BodyStone is a forehead where dreames grievewithout curving waters and frozen cypresses.Stone is a shoulder on which to bear Timewith trees formed of tears and ribbons and planets.I have seen grey showers move towards the wavesraising their tender riddle arms,to avoid being caught by lying stonewhich loosens their limbs without soaking their blood.For stone gathers seed and clouds,skeleton larks and wolves of penumbra:but yields not sounds nor crystals nor fire,only bull rings and bull rings and more bull rings without walls.Now, Ignacio the well born lies on the stone.All is finished. What is happening! Contemplate his face:death has covered him with pale sulphurand has place on him the head of dark minotaur.All is finished. The rain penetrates his mouth.The air, as if mad, leaves his sunken chest,and Love, soaked through with tears of snow,warms itself on the peak of the herd.What is they saying? A stenching silence settles down.We are here with a body laid out which fades away,with a pure shape which had nightingalesand we see it being filled with depthless holes.Who creases the shroud? What he says is not true!Nobody sings here, nobody weeps in the corner,nobody pricks the spurs, nor terrifies the serpent.Here I want nothing else but the round eyesto see his body without a chance of rest.Here I want to see those men of hard voice.Those that break horses and dominate rivers;those men of sonorous skeleton who singwith a mouth full of sun and flint.Here I want to see them. Before the stone.Before this body with broken reins.I want to know from them the way outfor this captain stripped down by death.I want them to show me a lament like a riverwich will have sweet mists and deep shores,to take the body of Ignacio where it looses itselfwithout hearing the double planting of the bulls.Loses itself in the round bull ring of the moonwhich feigns in its youth a sad quiet bull,loses itself in the night without song of fishesand in the white thicket of frozen smoke.I don't want to cover his face with handkerchiefsthat he may get used to the death he carries.Go, Ignacio, feel not the hot bellowingSleep, fly, rest: even the sea dies!4. Absent SoulThe bull does not know you, nor the fig tree,nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house.The child and the afternoon do not know youbecause you have dead forever.The shoulder of the stone does not know younor the black silk, where you are shuttered.Your silent memory does not know youbecause you have died foreverThe autumn will come with small white snails,misty grapes and clustered hills,but no one will look into your eyesbecause you have died forever.Because you have died for ever,like all the dead of the earth,like all the dead who are forgottenin a heap of lifeless dogs.Nobady knows you. No. But I sing of you.For posterity I sing of your profile and grace.Of the signal maturity of your understanding.Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth.Of the sadness of your once valiant gaiety.It will be a long time, if ever, before there is bornan Andalusian so true, so rich in adventure.I sing of his elegance with words that groan,and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "29303": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29303, "poem.id": 29303, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:30", "poem.title": "Before The Dawn", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "29304": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29304, "poem.id": 29304, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:35", "poem.title": "City That Does Not Sleep", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.Nobody is asleep.The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street cornerthe unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of thestars.Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.Nobody is asleep.In a graveyard far off there is a corpsewho has moaned for three yearsbecause of a dry countryside on his knee;and that boy they buried this morning cried so muchit was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earthor we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the deaddahlias.But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouthsin a thicket of new veins,and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain foreverand whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.One day the horses will live in the saloonsand the enraged antswill throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in theeyes of cows.Another daywe will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the deadand still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boatswe will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.Careful! Be careful! Be careful!The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention of the bridge,or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakesare waiting,where the bear's teeth are waiting,where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.Nobody is sleeping.If someone does close his eyes,a whip, boys, a whip!Let there be a landscape of open eyesand bitter wounds on fire.No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.I have said it before.No one is sleeping.But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during thenight,open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlightthe lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" }, "29305": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29305, "poem.id": 29305, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:37", "poem.title": "Ballad Of The Moon", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Federico García Lorca" } } }, "115": { "poet.id": 115, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:04:44", "poet.title": "John Milton", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2442": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2442, "poem.id": 2442, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:53", "poem.title": "Psalm 83", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2443": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2443, "poem.id": 2443, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:42:57", "poem.title": "Psalm 81", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2444": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2444, "poem.id": 2444, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:02", "poem.title": "Psalm 80", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2445": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2445, "poem.id": 2445, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:07", "poem.title": "Psalm 86", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2446": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2446, "poem.id": 2446, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:09", "poem.title": "Psalm 87", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2447": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2447, "poem.id": 2447, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:11", "poem.title": "Psalm 82", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2448": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2448, "poem.id": 2448, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:19", "poem.title": "On The University Carrier Who Sickn'D In The Time Of His Vacancy, Being Forbid To Go To London, By Reason Of The Plague", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2449": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2449, "poem.id": 2449, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:22", "poem.title": "Psalm 88", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2450": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2450, "poem.id": 2450, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:27", "poem.title": "Psalm 85", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2451": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2451, "poem.id": 2451, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:34", "poem.title": "The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2452": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2452, "poem.id": 2452, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:39", "poem.title": "Psalm 07", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2453": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2453, "poem.id": 2453, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:45", "poem.title": "Sonnet 21", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2454": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2454, "poem.id": 2454, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:50", "poem.title": "Sonnet 03", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2455": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2455, "poem.id": 2455, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:43:54", "poem.title": "Sonnet Xxii: To Cyriack Skinner", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2456": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2456, "poem.id": 2456, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:00", "poem.title": "Psalm 06", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2457": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2457, "poem.id": 2457, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:03", "poem.title": "Sonnet 06", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2458": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2458, "poem.id": 2458, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:08", "poem.title": "The Hymn", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2459": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2459, "poem.id": 2459, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:12", "poem.title": "Psalm Cxxxvi", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2460": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2460, "poem.id": 2460, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:18", "poem.title": "Sonnet 02", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2461": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2461, "poem.id": 2461, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:22", "poem.title": "Psalm 03", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2462": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2462, "poem.id": 2462, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:30", "poem.title": "Sonnet 03: Canzone", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2463": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2463, "poem.id": 2463, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:36", "poem.title": "Sonnet 09", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2464": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2464, "poem.id": 2464, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:40", "poem.title": "Sonnet 04", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2465": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2465, "poem.id": 2465, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:46", "poem.title": "Cyriack, Whose Grandsire", "poem.date": "5/28/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2466": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2466, "poem.id": 2466, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:52", "poem.title": "Sonnet Xx: Lawrence, Of Virtuous Father", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2467": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2467, "poem.id": 2467, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:44:57", "poem.title": "On The Religious Memory Of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, My Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2468": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2468, "poem.id": 2468, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:03", "poem.title": "Upon The Circumcision", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2469": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2469, "poem.id": 2469, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:10", "poem.title": "To Mr. H. Lawes On His Airs", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2470": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2470, "poem.id": 2470, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:16", "poem.title": "Psalm 04", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2471": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2471, "poem.id": 2471, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:21", "poem.title": "To The Same", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2472": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2472, "poem.id": 2472, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:25", "poem.title": "Sonnet X: Daughter To That Good Earl", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2473": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2473, "poem.id": 2473, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:28", "poem.title": "To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2474": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2474, "poem.id": 2474, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:33", "poem.title": "Psalm 05", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2475": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2475, "poem.id": 2475, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:37", "poem.title": "Sonnet 20", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2476": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2476, "poem.id": 2476, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:40", "poem.title": "To The Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2477": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2477, "poem.id": 2477, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:42", "poem.title": "To Cyriack Skinner", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2478": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2478, "poem.id": 2478, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:45", "poem.title": "Sonnet Xvi: Cromwell, Our Chief Of Men", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2479": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2479, "poem.id": 2479, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:50", "poem.title": "Sonnet 05", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2480": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2480, "poem.id": 2480, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:45:56", "poem.title": "Sonnet To The Nightingale", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "2481": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2481, "poem.id": 2481, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:46:02", "poem.title": "On The Lord Gen. Fairfax At The Seige Of Colchester", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29346": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29346, "poem.id": 29346, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:41", "poem.title": "Sonnet 23", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29347": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29347, "poem.id": 29347, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:45", "poem.title": "Sonnet 13", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29348": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29348, "poem.id": 29348, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:50", "poem.title": "From 'Arcades'", "poem.date": "1/4/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29349": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29349, "poem.id": 29349, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:13:55", "poem.title": "Sonnet 22", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29350": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29350, "poem.id": 29350, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:01", "poem.title": "To Sir Henry Vane The Younger", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29351": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29351, "poem.id": 29351, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:03", "poem.title": "Sonnet 11", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29352": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29352, "poem.id": 29352, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:08", "poem.title": "Sonnet 18", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29353": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29353, "poem.id": 29353, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:10", "poem.title": "Sonnet 08", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29354": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29354, "poem.id": 29354, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:15", "poem.title": "Psalm 08", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29355": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29355, "poem.id": 29355, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:18", "poem.title": "Paradise Regained: The Second Book", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29356": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29356, "poem.id": 29356, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:20", "poem.title": "Psalm 84", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29357": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29357, "poem.id": 29357, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:25", "poem.title": "To Mr. Lawrence", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29358": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29358, "poem.id": 29358, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:28", "poem.title": "Paradise Regained: The First Book", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29359": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29359, "poem.id": 29359, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:34", "poem.title": "When The Assault Was Intended To The City", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29360": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29360, "poem.id": 29360, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:38", "poem.title": "Sonnet Xviii: On The Late Massacre In Piemont", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29361": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29361, "poem.id": 29361, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:40", "poem.title": "When I Consider How My Light Is Spent", "poem.date": "5/28/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29362": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29362, "poem.id": 29362, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:46", "poem.title": "Sonnet 14", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29363": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29363, "poem.id": 29363, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:52", "poem.title": "To My Lord Fairfax", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29364": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29364, "poem.id": 29364, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:14:58", "poem.title": "Paradise Regained: The Third Book", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29365": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29365, "poem.id": 29365, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:15:03", "poem.title": "Sonnet 17", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29366": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29366, "poem.id": 29366, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:15:06", "poem.title": "Sonnet 16", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29367": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29367, "poem.id": 29367, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:15:09", "poem.title": "To The Lady Margaret Ley", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29368": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29368, "poem.id": 29368, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:15:12", "poem.title": "Sonnet 01", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29369": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29369, "poem.id": 29369, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:15:18", "poem.title": "Sonnet 10", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29370": { "poet_x_poem.id": 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Shakespeare", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29407": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29407, "poem.id": 29407, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:18:16", "poem.title": "On The Same", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29408": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29408, "poem.id": 29408, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:18:23", "poem.title": "On Time", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29409": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29409, "poem.id": 29409, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:18:29", "poem.title": "Il Penseroso", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29410": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29410, "poem.id": 29410, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:18:35", "poem.title": "L'Allegro", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29411": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29411, "poem.id": 29411, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:18:41", "poem.title": "On His Deceased Wife", "poem.date": "1/4/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29412": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29412, "poem.id": 29412, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:18:46", "poem.title": "Arcades", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29413": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29413, "poem.id": 29413, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:18:52", "poem.title": "Paradise Lost: Book 01", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29414": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29414, "poem.id": 29414, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:18:59", "poem.title": "At A Solemn Music", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29415": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29415, "poem.id": 29415, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:03", "poem.title": "Light", "poem.date": "1/4/2003", "poem.content": "HAIL holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born, Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal stream, Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite. Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing, Escap't the Stygian Pool, though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne With other notes then to th' Orphean Lyre I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend, Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee Sion and the flowrie Brooks beneath That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor somtimes forget Those other two equal'd with me in Fate, So were I equal'd with them in renown. Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men Cut off, and for the Book of knowledg fair Presented with a Universal blanc Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd, And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou Celestial light Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29416": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29416, "poem.id": 29416, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:07", "poem.title": "Lycidas", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29417": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29417, "poem.id": 29417, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:14", "poem.title": "Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity", "poem.date": "1/4/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29418": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29418, "poem.id": 29418, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:17", "poem.title": "On Shakespear", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29419": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29419, "poem.id": 29419, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:24", "poem.title": "Sonnet Vii: How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" }, "29420": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29420, "poem.id": 29420, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:27", "poem.title": "On His Blindness", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "John Milton" } } }, "116": { "poet.id": 116, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:04:53", "poet.title": "Sarojini Naidu", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2482": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2482, "poem.id": 2482, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:46:06", "poem.title": "The Gift of India", "poem.date": "2/10/2016", "poem.content": "Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?Lo ! 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08:48:55", "poem.title": "In Salutation To The Eternal Peace", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" }, "2520": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2520, "poem.id": 2520, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:01", "poem.title": "Alabaster", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" }, "2521": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2521, "poem.id": 2521, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:04", "poem.title": "A Love Song From The North", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" }, "29461": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29461, "poem.id": 29461, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:30", "poem.title": "Life", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" }, "29462": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29462, "poem.id": 29462, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:33", "poem.title": "Song Of A Dream", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" }, "29463": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29463, "poem.id": 29463, "poem.ts": 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"poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:19:57", "poem.title": "Coromandel Fishers", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" }, "29469": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29469, "poem.id": 29469, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:03", "poem.title": "Indian Weavers", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" }, "29470": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29470, "poem.id": 29470, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:08", "poem.title": "Autumn Song", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" }, "29471": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29471, "poem.id": 29471, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:15", "poem.title": "Palanquin Bearers", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sarojini Naidu" } } }, "117": { "poet.id": 117, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:05:07", "poet.title": "Ralph Waldo Emerson", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2522": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2522, "poem.id": 2522, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:10", "poem.title": "Teach Me I Am Forgotten By The Dead", "poem.date": "5/16/2015", "poem.content": "Teach me I am forgotten by the deadAnd that the dead is by herself forgotAnd I no longer would keep terms with me.I would not murder, steal, or fornicate,Nor with ambition break the peace of townsBut I would bury my ambitionThe hope & action of my sovereign soulIn miserable ruin. Nor a hopeShould ever make a holiday for meI would not be the fool of accidentI would not have a project seek an endThat needed aughtBeyond the handful of my present meansThe sun of Duty drop from his firmamentTo be a rushlight for each petty endI would not harm my fellow menOn this low argument, 'twould harm myself.", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2523": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2523, "poem.id": 2523, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:16", "poem.title": "Glory Of Friendship", "poem.date": "12/9/2014", "poem.content": "The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one whenhe discovers that someone else believes in him and iswilling to trust him.", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2524": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2524, "poem.id": 2524, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:22", "poem.title": "Water", "poem.date": "11/24/2014", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2525": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2525, "poem.id": 2525, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:27", "poem.title": "The Adirondacs", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2526": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2526, "poem.id": 2526, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:30", "poem.title": "A Nation's Strength", "poem.date": "1/17/2015", "poem.content": "What makes a nation's pillars highAnd its foundations strong?What makes it mighty to defyThe foes that round it throng?It is not gold. Its kingdoms grandGo down in battle shock;Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,Not on abiding rock.Is it the sword? Ask the red dustOf empires passed away;The blood has turned their stones to rust,Their glory to decay.And is it pride? Ah, that bright crownHas seemed to nations sweet;But God has struck its luster downIn ashes at his feet.Not gold but only men can makeA people great and strong;Men who for truth and honor's sakeStand fast and suffer long.Brave men who work while others sleep,Who dare while others fly...They build a nation's pillars deepAnd lift them to the sky.", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2527": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2527, "poem.id": 2527, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:37", "poem.title": "The Cumberland", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2528": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2528, "poem.id": 2528, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:43", "poem.title": "In Memoriam", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2529": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2529, "poem.id": 2529, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:50", "poem.title": "Letters", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2530": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2530, "poem.id": 2530, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:52", "poem.title": "The Chartist's Complaint", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2531": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2531, "poem.id": 2531, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:57", "poem.title": "From The Persian Of Hafiz I", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2532": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2532, "poem.id": 2532, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:49:59", "poem.title": "Manners", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2533": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2533, "poem.id": 2533, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:03", "poem.title": "Quatrains", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2534": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2534, "poem.id": 2534, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:08", "poem.title": "Una", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2535": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2535, "poem.id": 2535, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:15", "poem.title": "To Rhea", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2536": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2536, "poem.id": 2536, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:21", "poem.title": "Lover's Petition", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2537": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2537, "poem.id": 2537, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:27", "poem.title": "The Titmouse", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2538": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2538, "poem.id": 2538, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:31", "poem.title": "From The Persian Of Hafiz Ii", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2539": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2539, "poem.id": 2539, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:35", "poem.title": "The Visit", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2540": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2540, "poem.id": 2540, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:41", "poem.title": "Politics", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2541": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2541, "poem.id": 2541, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:48", "poem.title": "Solution", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2542": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2542, "poem.id": 2542, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:50:53", "poem.title": "Woodnotes", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2543": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2543, "poem.id": 2543, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:01", "poem.title": "The Amulet", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2544": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2544, "poem.id": 2544, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:07", "poem.title": "Guy", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2545": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2545, "poem.id": 2545, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:10", "poem.title": "Voluntaries", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2546": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2546, "poem.id": 2546, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:15", "poem.title": "The World-Soul", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2547": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2547, "poem.id": 2547, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:22", "poem.title": "Forerunners", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2548": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2548, "poem.id": 2548, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:26", "poem.title": "To Laugh Often And Much", "poem.date": "3/9/2015", "poem.content": "To laugh often and much;\u2028to win the respect of the intelligent people\u2028and the affection of children;\u2028to earn the appreciation of honest critics\u2028and endure the betrayal of false friends;\u2028to appreciate beauty;\u2028to find the best in others; \u2028to leave the world a bit better\u2028whether by a healthy child,\u2028a garden patch,or a redeemed social condition;\u2028to know that one life has breathed easier \u2028because you lived here.\u2028This is to have succeeded.", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2549": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2549, "poem.id": 2549, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:33", "poem.title": "May-Day", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2550": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2550, "poem.id": 2550, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:35", "poem.title": "Poems", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2551": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2551, "poem.id": 2551, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:42", "poem.title": "To-Day", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2552": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2552, "poem.id": 2552, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:45", "poem.title": "Gnothi Seauton", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2553": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2553, "poem.id": 2553, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:50", "poem.title": "Waves", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2554": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2554, "poem.id": 2554, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:54", "poem.title": "The Earth", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2555": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2555, "poem.id": 2555, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:51:58", "poem.title": "Heroism", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2556": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2556, "poem.id": 2556, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:01", "poem.title": "Musketaquid", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2557": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2557, "poem.id": 2557, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:07", "poem.title": "The Test", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2558": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2558, "poem.id": 2558, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:13", "poem.title": "Unity", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2559": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2559, "poem.id": 2559, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:21", "poem.title": "Waldeinsamkeit", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2560": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2560, "poem.id": 2560, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:28", "poem.title": "The River Note", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "2561": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2561, "poem.id": 2561, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:31", "poem.title": "Merlin's Song", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29512": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29512, "poem.id": 29512, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:22", "poem.title": "Monadnoc", "poem.date": 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Channing", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29515": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29515, "poem.id": 29515, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:32", "poem.title": "Freedom", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29516": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29516, "poem.id": 29516, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:37", "poem.title": "Mithridates", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29517": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29517, "poem.id": 29517, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:39", "poem.title": "Two Rivers", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29518": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29518, "poem.id": 29518, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:43", "poem.title": "Love And Thought", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29519": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29519, "poem.id": 29519, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:46", "poem.title": "The Humble Bee", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29520": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29520, "poem.id": 29520, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:52", "poem.title": "To Ellen, At The South", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29521": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29521, "poem.id": 29521, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:55", "poem.title": "Sursum Corda", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29522": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29522, "poem.id": 29522, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:20:58", "poem.title": "To J.W.", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29523": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29523, "poem.id": 29523, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:21:04", "poem.title": "Merops", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29524": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29524, "poem.id": 29524, "poem.ts": 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29529, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:21:30", "poem.title": "The Day's Ration", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29530": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29530, "poem.id": 29530, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:21:34", "poem.title": "Merlin I", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29531": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29531, "poem.id": 29531, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:21:36", "poem.title": "To Eva", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29532": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29532, "poem.id": 29532, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:21:39", "poem.title": "The Park", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29533": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29533, "poem.id": 29533, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:21:44", "poem.title": "Ode", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29534": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29534, "poem.id": 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"poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29569": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29569, "poem.id": 29569, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:24:35", "poem.title": "Bacchus", "poem.date": "1/4/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29570": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29570, "poem.id": 29570, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:24:41", "poem.title": "The Rhodora", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29571": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29571, "poem.id": 29571, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:24:46", "poem.title": "Eros", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29572": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29572, "poem.id": 29572, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:24:49", "poem.title": "Ode To Beauty", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29573": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29573, "poem.id": 29573, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:24:55", "poem.title": "Nature", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29574": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29574, "poem.id": 29574, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:24:57", "poem.title": "The Apology", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29575": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29575, "poem.id": 29575, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:00", "poem.title": "Culture", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29576": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29576, "poem.id": 29576, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:02", "poem.title": "Good-Bye", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29577": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29577, "poem.id": 29577, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:09", "poem.title": "D&Aelig;Monic Love", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29578": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29578, "poem.id": 29578, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:11", "poem.title": "Grace", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29579": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29579, "poem.id": 29579, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:15", "poem.title": "Celestial Love", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29580": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29580, "poem.id": 29580, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:18", "poem.title": "Brahma", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29581": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29581, "poem.id": 29581, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:23", "poem.title": "My Garden", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29582": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29582, "poem.id": 29582, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:25", "poem.title": "Concord Hymn", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29583": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29583, "poem.id": 29583, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:28", "poem.title": "Beauty", "poem.date": "4/6/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29584": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29584, "poem.id": 29584, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:32", "poem.title": "Fable", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29585": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29585, "poem.id": 29585, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:36", "poem.title": "Days", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29586": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29586, "poem.id": 29586, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:43", "poem.title": "Dirge", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "Knows he who tills this lonely fieldTo reap its scanty corn,What mystic fruit his acres yieldAt midnight and at morn?In the long sunny afternoon,The plain was full of ghosts,I wandered up, I wandered down,Beset by pensive hosts.The winding Concord gleamed below,Pouring as wide a floodAs when my brothers long ago,Came with me to the wood.But they are gone,— the holy ones,Who trod with me this lonely vale,The strong, star-bright companionsAre silent, low, and pale.My good, my noble, in their prime,Who made this world the feast it was,Who learned with me the lore of time,Who loved this dwelling-place.They took this valley for their toy,They played with it in every mood,A cell for prayer, a hall for joy,They treated nature as they would.They colored the horizon round,Stars flamed and faded as they bade,All echoes hearkened for their sound,They made the woodlands glad or mad.I touch this flower of silken leafWhich once our childhood knewIts soft leaves wound me with a griefWhose balsam never grew.Hearken to yon pine warblerSinging aloft in the tree;Hearest thou, O traveller!What he singeth to me? Not unless God made sharp thine earWith sorrow such as mine,Out of that delicate lay couldst thouThe heavy dirge divine.Go, lonely man, it saith,They loved thee from their birth,Their hands were pure, and pure their faith,There are no such hearts on earth.Ye drew one mother's milk,One chamber held ye all;A very tender historyDid in your childhood fall.Ye cannot unlock your heart,The key is gone with them;The silent organ loudest chantsThe master's requiem.", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29587": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29587, "poem.id": 29587, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:47", "poem.title": "Song Of Nature", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29588": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29588, "poem.id": 29588, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:51", "poem.title": "The Bell", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29589": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29589, "poem.id": 29589, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:25:56", "poem.title": "Give All To Love", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" }, "29590": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29590, "poem.id": 29590, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:26:03", "poem.title": "Fate", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Ralph Waldo Emerson" } } }, "118": { "poet.id": 118, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:05:13", "poet.title": "Mirza Ghalib", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2562": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2562, "poem.id": 2562, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:34", "poem.title": "\"No, I Wasn'T Meant To Love And Be Loved&Quot;", "poem.date": "2/10/2015", "poem.content": "No, I wasn't meant to love and be loved. If I'd lived longer, I would have waited longer. Knowing you are faithless keeps me alive and hungry. Knowing you faithful would kill me with joy. Delicate are you, and your vows are delicate, too, so easily do they break. You are a laconic marksman. You leave me not dead but perpetually dying. I want my friends to heal me, succor me. Instead, I get analysis. Conflagrations that would make stones drip blood are campfires compared to my anguish. Two-headed, inescapable anguish!—Love's anguish or the anguish of time. Another dark, severing, incommunicable night. Death would be fine, if I only died once. I would have liked a solitary death, not this lavish funeral, this grave anyone can visit. You are mystical, Ghalib, and, also, you speak beautifully. Are you a saint, or just drunk as usual?", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2563": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2563, "poem.id": 2563, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:41", "poem.title": "What Cannot Be Said", "poem.date": "3/16/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2564": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2564, "poem.id": 2564, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:46", "poem.title": "Tum Apne Shikve Ki Baatein", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2565": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2565, "poem.id": 2565, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:52:53", "poem.title": "These Divine Verses", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2566": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2566, "poem.id": 2566, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:00", "poem.title": "This Was Not Our Destiny", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2567": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2567, "poem.id": 2567, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:06", "poem.title": "The Dropp Dies In The River", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2568": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2568, "poem.id": 2568, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:11", "poem.title": "I Have Seen Almost All The Possible Troubles In My Life", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2569": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2569, "poem.id": 2569, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:14", "poem.title": "Let The Ascetics Sing Of The Garden Of Paradise --", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2570": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2570, "poem.id": 2570, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:26", "poem.title": "In Her Every Indication", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2571": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2571, "poem.id": 2571, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:31", "poem.title": "No Hope Comes My Way", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2572": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2572, "poem.id": 2572, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:37", "poem.title": "Pain Did Not Become Grateful To Medicine", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2573": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2573, "poem.id": 2573, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:40", "poem.title": "Rahm Kar Zaalim", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2574": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2574, "poem.id": 2574, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:47", "poem.title": "Kiss Me", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2575": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2575, "poem.id": 2575, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:52", "poem.title": "No Hope", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2576": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2576, "poem.id": 2576, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:53:59", "poem.title": "About My Poems", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2577": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2577, "poem.id": 2577, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:06", "poem.title": "Come That My Soul Has No Repose", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2578": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2578, "poem.id": 2578, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:09", "poem.title": "I Will Not Cry", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2579": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2579, "poem.id": 2579, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:12", "poem.title": "Naqsh Faryadi", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2580": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2580, "poem.id": 2580, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:15", "poem.title": "Innocent Heart", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2581": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2581, "poem.id": 2581, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:24", "poem.title": "He Was, When It Was Aught", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2582": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2582, "poem.id": 2582, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:31", "poem.title": "A Thousand Desires", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2583": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2583, "poem.id": 2583, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:37", "poem.title": "Ghazal", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2584": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2584, "poem.id": 2584, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:42", "poem.title": "Gilah Hai Shauq Ko", "poem.date": "4/1/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2585": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2585, "poem.id": 2585, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:46", "poem.title": "The World Is A Playground", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2586": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2586, "poem.id": 2586, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:51", "poem.title": "It Is Not Love It Is Madness", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" }, "2587": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2587, "poem.id": 2587, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:54:56", "poem.title": "Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Mirza Ghalib" } } }, "119": { "poet.id": 119, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:05:33", "poet.title": "Charles Baudelaire", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2588": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2588, "poem.id": 2588, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:02", "poem.title": "The Soul Of Wine", "poem.date": "9/7/2015", "poem.content": "One eve in the bottle sang the soul of wine:'Man, unto thee, dear disinherited,I sing a song of love and light divine- Prisoned in glass beneath my seals of red.'I know thou labourest on the hill of fire,In sweat and pain beneath a flaming sun,To give the life and soul my vines desire,And I am grateful for thy labours done.'For I find joys unnumbered when I laveThe throat of man by travail long outworn,And his hot bosom is a sweeter graveOf sounder sleep than my cold caves forlorn.'Hearest thou not the echoing Sabbath sound?The hope that whispers in my trembling breast?Thy elbows on the table! gaze around;Glorify me with joy and be at rest.'To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,I'll bring back to thy child his strength and light,To him, life's fragile athlete I will seemRare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.'I flow in man's heart as ambrosia flows;The grain the eternal Sower casts in the sod- From our first loves the first fair verse arose,Flower-like aspiring to the heavens and God!'", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2589": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2589, "poem.id": 2589, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:08", "poem.title": "TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID", "poem.date": "1/14/2016", "poem.content": "WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty too. To me, a sorry bard and mean, Your youthful beauty, frail and lean, With summer freckles here and there, Is sweet and fair. Your sabots tread the roads of chance, And not one queen of old romance Carried her velvet shoes and lace With half your grace. In place of tatters far too short Let the proud garments worn at Court Fall down with rustling fold and pleat About your feet; In place of stockings, worn and old, Let a keen dagger all of gold Gleam in your garter for the eyes Of rouйs wise; Let ribbons carelessly untied Reveal to us the radiant pride Of your white bosom purer far Than any star; Let your white arms uncovered shine, Polished and smooth and half divine; And let your elfish fingers chase With riotous grace The purest pearls that softly glow, The sweetest sonnets of Belleau, Offered by gallants ere they fight For your delight; And many fawning rhymers who Inscribe their first thin book to you Will contemplate upon the stair Your slipper fair; And many a page who plays at cards, And many lords and many bards, Will watch your going forth, and burn For your return; And you will count before your glass More kisses than the lily has; And more than one Valois will sigh When you pass by. But meanwhile you are on the tramp, Begging your living in the damp, Wandering mean streets and alley's o'er, From door to door; And shilling bangles in a shop Cause you with eager eyes to stop, And I, alas, have not a sou To give to you. Then go, with no more ornament, Pearl, diamond, or subtle scent, Than your own fragile naked grace And lovely face.", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2590": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2590, "poem.id": 2590, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:12", "poem.title": "Gloomy Madrigal", "poem.date": "10/27/2015", "poem.content": "What's it to me that you are sage? Be beautiful! and be sad! Tears Add a charm to the countenance As a stream does to a landscape; Storms make the flowers fresh again.I love you most of all when joy Flees from your oppressed brow, When your heart is drowned in horror, When the frightful cloud of the Past Is spread out over your Present.I love you when your large eyes shed Tears as hot as blood, when In spite of my hand which lulls you Your unbearable pain comes through Like a dying man's death-rattle.I breathe in, heavenly pleasure! Profound, delightful hymn! Every sob from your breastAnd I believe your heart lights upWith the pearls that your eyes pour out! III know, your heart, overflowing With old, uprooted loves, Still blazes like a forge And that there smolders in your breast Something of the pride of the damned; But my sweet, so long as your dreamsHave not reflected Hell,While in a nightmare without respite,Dreaming of poisons and daggers,Enamored with powder and steel,Answering the door fearfully, Seeing misfortune everywhere, Convulsing when the hour strikes, You have not felt yourself embraced By irresistible Disgust; You cannot, slave and queenWho love me only with terror,In the unhealthy night's horrorSay to me, your soul full of cries,'I am your equal, O my King! '", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2591": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2591, "poem.id": 2591, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:18", "poem.title": "The sky", "poem.date": "4/27/2015", "poem.content": "Where'er he be, on water or on land,Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold;One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band,Shadowy beggar or Crœsus rich with gold; Citizen, peasant, student, tramp; whate'erHis little brain may be, alive or dead;Man knows the fear of mystery everywhere,And peeps, with trembling glances, overhead. The heaven above? A strangling cavern wall;The lighted ceiling of a music-hallWhere every actor treads a bloody soil- The hermit's hope; the terror of the sot;The sky: the black lid of the mighty potWhere the vast human generations boil!", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2592": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2592, "poem.id": 2592, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:23", "poem.title": "The living flame", "poem.date": "4/12/2016", "poem.content": "THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass before my sight, And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes. They keep me from all sin and error grave, They set me in the path whence Beauty came; They are my servants, and I am their slave, And all my soul obeys the living flame. Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light As candles lighted at full noon; the sun Dims not your flame phantastical and bright. You sing the dawn; they celebrate life done; Marching you chaunt my soul's awakening hymn, Stars that no sun has ever made grow dim!", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2593": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2593, "poem.id": 2593, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:26", "poem.title": "Destruction", "poem.date": "3/29/2016", "poem.content": "At my side the Demon writhes forever,Swimming around me like impalpable air; As I breathe, he burns my lungs like feverAnd fills me with an eternal guilty desire.Knowing my love of Art, he snares my senses,Apearing in woman's most seductive forms,And, under the sneak's plausible pretenses,Lips grow accustomed to his lewd love-charms.He leads me thus, far from the sight of God,Panting and broken with fatigue intoThe wilderness of Ennui, deserted and broad,And into my bewildered eyes he throwsVisions of festering wounds and filthy clothes,And all Destruction's bloody retinue.Translated by C. F. Macintyre", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2594": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2594, "poem.id": 2594, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:32", "poem.title": "The Eyes Of Beauty", "poem.date": "4/7/2016", "poem.content": "YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose, Salt with the memory of the bitter flood. In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o'er, That which you seek, beloved, is desecrate By woman's tooth and talon; ah, no more Seek in me for a heart which those dogs ate. It is a ruin where the jackals rest, And rend and tear and glut themselves and slay- A perfume swims about your naked breast! Beauty, hard scourge of spirits, have your way! With flame-like eyes that at bright feasts have flared Burn up these tatters that the beasts have spared!", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2595": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2595, "poem.id": 2595, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:36", "poem.title": "Sonnet Of Autumn", "poem.date": "12/2/2014", "poem.content": "HEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes:'Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?'Be sweet, be still! My heart and soul despiseAll save that antique brute-like faith of thine; And will not bare the secret of their shameTo thee whose hand soothes me to slumbers long,Nor their black legend write for thee in flame!Passion I hate, a spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently. Love, from his retreat,Ambushed and shadowy, bends his fatal bow,And I too well his ancient arrows know: Crime, horror, folly. O pale marguerite,Thou art as I, a bright sun fallen low,O my so white, my so cold Marguerite.", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2596": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2596, "poem.id": 2596, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:40", "poem.title": "The Sadness Of The Moon", "poem.date": "2/2/2015", "poem.content": "THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught and light, Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast. Upon her silken avalanche of down, Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh; And watches the white visions past her flown, Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky. And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep, Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow, Some pious poet, enemy of sleep, Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow Whence gleams of iris and of opal start, And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2597": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2597, "poem.id": 2597, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:43", "poem.title": "Letter To Sainte-Beuve", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2598": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2598, "poem.id": 2598, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:50", "poem.title": "The Warner", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2599": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2599, "poem.id": 2599, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:55:57", "poem.title": "La Cloche Fêlée (The Cracked Bell)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2600": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2600, "poem.id": 2600, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:05", "poem.title": "Le Guignon (Ill-Starred)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2601": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2601, "poem.id": 2601, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:09", "poem.title": "The Ransom", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2602": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2602, "poem.id": 2602, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:14", "poem.title": "Le Mauvais Moine (The Bad Monk)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2603": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2603, "poem.id": 2603, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:18", "poem.title": "La Béatrice", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2604": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2604, "poem.id": 2604, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:23", "poem.title": "The Lid", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2605": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2605, "poem.id": 2605, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:30", "poem.title": "La Pipe (The Pipe)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2606": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2606, "poem.id": 2606, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:35", "poem.title": "Tristesses De La Lune (Sorrows Of The Moon)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2607": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2607, "poem.id": 2607, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:40", "poem.title": "Tu Mettrais L'Univers Entier Dans Ta Ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2608": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2608, "poem.id": 2608, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:45", "poem.title": "Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2609": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2609, "poem.id": 2609, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:51", "poem.title": "Sisina", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2610": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2610, "poem.id": 2610, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:56:56", "poem.title": "Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2611": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2611, "poem.id": 2611, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:57:01", "poem.title": "Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2612": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2612, "poem.id": 2612, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:57:05", "poem.title": "Semper Eadem (Ever The Same)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2613": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2613, "poem.id": 2613, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:57:10", "poem.title": "Le Léthé (Lethe)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2614": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2614, "poem.id": 2614, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:57:13", "poem.title": "Le Cygne (The Swan)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2615": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2615, "poem.id": 2615, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:57:16", "poem.title": "Que Diras-Tu Ce Soir, Pauvre Âme Solitaire (What Will You Say Tonight, Poor Solitary Soul)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2616": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2616, "poem.id": 2616, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:57:20", "poem.title": "La Servante Au Grand Coeur Dont Vous Étiez Jalouse (The Great-Hearted Servant Of Whom You Were Jealous)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2617": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2617, "poem.id": 2617, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 08:57:25", "poem.title": "On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "2618": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2618, 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"poem.id": 29772, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:30:51", "poem.title": "L’ Étranger", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29773": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29773, "poem.id": 29773, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:30:53", "poem.title": "Le Poison (The Poison)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29774": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29774, "poem.id": 29774, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:00", "poem.title": "Causerie (Conversation)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29775": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29775, "poem.id": 29775, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:06", "poem.title": "The Sunset Of Romanticism", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29776": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29776, "poem.id": 29776, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:12", "poem.title": "The Voice", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29777": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29777, "poem.id": 29777, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:18", "poem.title": "L'Albatros (The Albatross)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29778": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29778, "poem.id": 29778, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:24", "poem.title": "The Owls", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29779": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29779, "poem.id": 29779, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:31", "poem.title": "Le Mort Joyeux (The Joyful Corpse)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29780": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29780, "poem.id": 29780, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:36", "poem.title": "L'Héautontimorouménos (The Man Who Tortures Himself)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29781": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29781, "poem.id": 29781, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:39", "poem.title": "A Une Madone (To A Madonna)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29782": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29782, "poem.id": 29782, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:43", "poem.title": "Le Revenant (The Ghost)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29783": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29783, "poem.id": 29783, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:46", "poem.title": "The Litanies Of Satan", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29784": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29784, "poem.id": 29784, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:51", "poem.title": "Epilogue", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29785": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29785, "poem.id": 29785, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:31:55", "poem.title": "Avec Ses Vêtements Ondoyants Et Nacrés (With Waving Opalescense In Her Gown)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29786": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29786, "poem.id": 29786, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:02", "poem.title": "Lethe", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29787": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29787, "poem.id": 29787, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:05", "poem.title": "The Voyage", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29788": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29788, "poem.id": 29788, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:09", "poem.title": "To The Reader", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29789": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29789, "poem.id": 29789, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:16", "poem.title": "Bohémiens En Voyage (Gypsies On The Road)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29790": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29790, "poem.id": 29790, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:22", "poem.title": "Even When She Walks", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29791": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29791, "poem.id": 29791, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:24", "poem.title": "Far Away From Here", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29792": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29792, "poem.id": 29792, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:30", "poem.title": "Hymne À La Beauté (Hymn To Beauty)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29793": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29793, "poem.id": 29793, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:34", "poem.title": "Bertha’s Eyes", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29794": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29794, "poem.id": 29794, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:39", "poem.title": "Voyage To Cythera", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29795": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29795, "poem.id": 29795, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:45", "poem.title": "Le Gout Du Néant", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29796": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29796, "poem.id": 29796, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:50", "poem.title": "The Bad Monk", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29797": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29797, "poem.id": 29797, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:52", "poem.title": "À Une Dame Créole (To A Creole Lady)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29798": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29798, "poem.id": 29798, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:32:58", "poem.title": "Overcast", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29799": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29799, "poem.id": 29799, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:00", "poem.title": "Spleen (Iv)", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29800": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29800, "poem.id": 29800, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:04", "poem.title": "Une Charogne", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29801": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29801, "poem.id": 29801, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:06", "poem.title": "Travelling Bohemians", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29802": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29802, "poem.id": 29802, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:10", "poem.title": "Beowulf", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29803": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29803, "poem.id": 29803, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:14", "poem.title": "One O'Clock In The Morning", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29804": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29804, "poem.id": 29804, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:20", "poem.title": "My Earlier Life", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29805": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29805, "poem.id": 29805, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:23", "poem.title": "Ill-Starred", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29806": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29806, "poem.id": 29806, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:26", "poem.title": "Alchimie De La Douleur (The Alchemy Of Sorrow)", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29807": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29807, "poem.id": 29807, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:29", "poem.title": "Calm", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29808": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29808, "poem.id": 29808, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:31", "poem.title": "The Blessing", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29809": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29809, "poem.id": 29809, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:37", "poem.title": "The Balcony", "poem.date": "1/21/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29810": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29810, "poem.id": 29810, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:42", "poem.title": "The Living Torch", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29811": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29811, "poem.id": 29811, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:48", "poem.title": "Music", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29812": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29812, "poem.id": 29812, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:51", "poem.title": "Spleen", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29813": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29813, "poem.id": 29813, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:33:57", "poem.title": "The Possessed", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29814": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29814, "poem.id": 29814, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:03", "poem.title": "The Sick Muse", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29815": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29815, "poem.id": 29815, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:06", "poem.title": "The End Of The Day", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29816": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29816, "poem.id": 29816, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:13", "poem.title": "For Madame Sabatier", "poem.date": "1/21/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29817": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29817, "poem.id": 29817, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:18", "poem.title": "L'Invitation Au Voyage", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29818": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29818, "poem.id": 29818, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:23", "poem.title": "The Enemy", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29819": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29819, "poem.id": 29819, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:25", "poem.title": "Sorrows Of The Moon", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29820": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29820, "poem.id": 29820, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:30", "poem.title": "Elevation", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29821": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29821, "poem.id": 29821, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:32", "poem.title": "Evening Harmony", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29822": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29822, "poem.id": 29822, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:35", "poem.title": "De Profundis Clamavi", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29823": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29823, "poem.id": 29823, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:40", "poem.title": "Composure", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29824": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29824, "poem.id": 29824, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:44", "poem.title": "The Vampire", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29825": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29825, "poem.id": 29825, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:47", "poem.title": "The Fountain Of Blood", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29826": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29826, "poem.id": 29826, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:34:54", "poem.title": "The Albatross", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29827": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29827, "poem.id": 29827, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:00", "poem.title": "Invitation To The Voyage", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29828": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29828, "poem.id": 29828, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:06", "poem.title": "The Carcass", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29829": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29829, "poem.id": 29829, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:10", "poem.title": "Windows", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29830": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29830, "poem.id": 29830, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:14", "poem.title": "The Jewels", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29831": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29831, "poem.id": 29831, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:16", "poem.title": "Correspondences", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29832": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29832, "poem.id": 29832, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:21", "poem.title": "Crowds", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29833": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29833, "poem.id": 29833, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:27", "poem.title": "Au Lecteur", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29834": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29834, "poem.id": 29834, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:32", "poem.title": "Beacons", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29835": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29835, "poem.id": 29835, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:35", "poem.title": "Autumn", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29836": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29836, "poem.id": 29836, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:37", "poem.title": "At One O'Clock In The Morning", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a few hours we shall have silence, if not repose. At last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and I myself shall be the only cause of my sufferings.At last, then, I am allowed to refresh myself in a bath of darkness! First of all, a double turn of the lock. It seems to me that this twist of the key will increase my solitude and fortify the barricades which at this instant separate me from the world.Horrible life! Horrible town! Let us recapitulate the day: seen several men of letters, one of whom asked me whether one could go to Russia by a land route (no doubt he took Russia to be an island); disputed generously with the editor of a review, who, to each of my objections, replied: 'We represent the cause of decent people,' which implies that all the other newspapers are edited by scoundrels; greeted some twenty persons, with fifteen of whom I am not acquainted; distributed handshakes in the same proportion, and this without having taken the precaution of buying gloves; to kill time, during a shower, went to see an acrobat, who asked me to design for her the costume of a Venustra; paid court to the director of a theatre, who, while dismissing me, said to me: 'Perhaps you would do well to apply to Z------; he is the clumsiest, the stupidest and the most celebrated of my authors; together with him, perhaps, you would get somewhere. Go to see him, and after that we'll see;' boasted (why?) of several vile actions which I have never committed, and faint-heartedly denied some other misdeeds which I accomplished with joy, an error of bravado, an offence against human respect; refused a friend an easy service, and gave a written recommendation to a perfect clown; oh, isn't that enough?Discontented with everyone and discontented with myself, I would gladly redeem myself and elate myself a little in the silence and solitude of night. Souls of those I have loved, souls of those I have sung, strengthen me, support me, rid me of lies and the corrupting vapours of the world; and you, O Lord God, grant me the grace to produce a few good verses, which shall prove to myself that I am not the lowest of men, that I am not inferior to those whom I despise.", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29837": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29837, "poem.id": 29837, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:40", "poem.title": "Her Hair", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29838": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29838, "poem.id": 29838, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:45", "poem.title": "Cats", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Charles Baudelaire" }, "29839": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29839, "poem.id": 29839, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:35:52", "poem.title": "Anywhere Out Of The World", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one which I discuss incessantly with my soul.'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and there you would invigorate yourself like a lizard. This city is on the sea-shore; they say that it is built of marble and that the people there have such a hatred of vegetation that they uproot all the trees. There you have a landscape that corresponds to your taste! a landscape made of light and mineral, and liquid to reflect them!'My soul does not reply.'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement, would you like to settle in Holland, that beatifying country? Perhaps you would find some diversion in that land whose image you have so often admired in the art galleries. What do you think of Rotterdam, you who love forests of masts, and ships moored at the foot of houses?'My soul remains silent.'Perhaps Batavia attracts you more? There we should find, amongst other things, the spirit of Europe married to tropical beauty.'Not a word. Could my soul be dead?'Is it then that you have reached such a degree of lethargy that you acquiesce in your sickness? If so, let us flee to lands that are analogues of death. I see how it is, poor soul! We shall pack our trunks for Tornio. Let us go farther still to the extreme end of the Baltic; or farther still from life, if that is possible; let us settle at the Pole. There the sun only grazes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternation of light and darkness suppresses variety and increases monotony, that half-nothingness. There we shall be able to take long baths of darkness, while for our amusement the aurora borealis shall send us its rose-coloured rays that are like the reflection of Hell's own fireworks!'At last my soul explodes, and wisely cries out to me: 'No matter where! No matter where! 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17:37:05", "poem.title": "I Know My Soul", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29938": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29938, "poem.id": 29938, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:07", "poem.title": "Commemoration", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29939": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29939, "poem.id": 29939, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:13", "poem.title": "White Houses", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29940": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29940, "poem.id": 29940, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:17", "poem.title": "Absence", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29941": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29941, "poem.id": 29941, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:20", "poem.title": "The Spanish Needle", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29942": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29942, "poem.id": 29942, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:26", "poem.title": "A Prayer", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29943": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29943, "poem.id": 29943, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:28", "poem.title": "Baptism", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29944": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29944, "poem.id": 29944, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:33", "poem.title": "Outcast", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29945": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29945, "poem.id": 29945, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:36", "poem.title": "My Mother", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29946": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29946, "poem.id": 29946, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:40", "poem.title": "The Snow Fairy", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29947": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29947, "poem.id": 29947, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:43", "poem.title": "December, 1919", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29948": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29948, "poem.id": 29948, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:47", "poem.title": "The City's Love", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29949": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29949, "poem.id": 29949, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:50", "poem.title": "After The Winter", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29950": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29950, "poem.id": 29950, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:53", "poem.title": "A Red Flower", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29951": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29951, "poem.id": 29951, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:37:59", "poem.title": "The Harlem Dancer", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29952": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29952, "poem.id": 29952, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:03", "poem.title": "Harlem Shadows", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29953": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29953, "poem.id": 29953, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:08", "poem.title": "I Shall Return", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29954": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29954, "poem.id": 29954, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:14", "poem.title": "The Lynching", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29955": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29955, "poem.id": 29955, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:20", "poem.title": "Exhortation: Summer 1919", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29956": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29956, "poem.id": 29956, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:25", "poem.title": "Dawn In New York", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29957": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29957, "poem.id": 29957, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:29", "poem.title": "Romance", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29958": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29958, "poem.id": 29958, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:32", "poem.title": "Africa", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29959": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29959, "poem.id": 29959, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:35", "poem.title": "Flower Of Love", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29960": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29960, "poem.id": 29960, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:38", "poem.title": "Flame-Heart", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29961": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29961, "poem.id": 29961, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:43", "poem.title": "A Memory Of June", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29962": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29962, "poem.id": 29962, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:45", "poem.title": "Birds Of Prey", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29963": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29963, "poem.id": 29963, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:51", "poem.title": "Courage", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29964": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29964, "poem.id": 29964, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:55", "poem.title": "Enslaved", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29965": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29965, "poem.id": 29965, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:38:59", "poem.title": "America", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" }, "29966": { "poet_x_poem.id": 29966, "poem.id": 29966, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:39:06", "poem.title": "If We Must Die", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Claude McKay" } } }, "122": { "poet.id": 122, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 00:54:24", "poet.title": "Margaret Atwood", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2708": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2708, "poem.id": 2708, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:01", "poem.title": "Death of a Young Son by Drowning", "poem.date": "6/23/2015", "poem.content": "He, who navigated with successthe dangerous river of his own birthonce more set forthon a voyage of discoveryinto the land I floated onbut could not touch to claim. His feet slid on the bank,the currents took him;he swirled with ice and trees in the swollen water and plunged into distant regions,his head a bathysphere;through his eyes' thin glass bubbles he looked out, reckless adventureron a landscape stranger than Uranuswe have all been to and some remember.There was an accident; the air locked,he was hung in the river like a heart.They retrieved the swamped body,cairn of my plans and future charts,with poles and hooksfrom among the nudging logs. It was spring, the sun kept shining, the new grassleapt to solidity;my hands glistened with details.After the long trip I was tired of waves.My foot hit rock. The dreamed sailscollapsed, ragged. I planted him in this country like a flag.", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2709": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2709, "poem.id": 2709, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:03", "poem.title": "The Circle Game", "poem.date": "9/8/2015", "poem.content": "The children on the lawnjoined hand to handgo round and roundeach arm going intothe next arm, aroundfull circleuntil it comesback into each of the singlebodies againThey are singing, butnot to each other:their feet movealmost in time to the singingWe can seethe concentration ontheir faces, their eyesfixed on the emptymoving spaces just infront of them.We might mistake thistranced moving for joybut there is no joy in itWe can see (arm in arm)as we watch them goround and roundintent, almoststudious (the grassunderfoot ignored, the treescircling the lawnignored, the lake ignored)that the whole pointfor themof going round and roundis (faster slower)going round and roundiiBeing with youhere, in this roomis like groping through a mirrorwhose glass has meltedto the consistencyof gelatinYou refuse to be(and I)an exact reflection, yetwill not walk from the glass,be separate.Anyway, it is rightthat they have putso many mirrors here(chipped, hung crooked)in this room with its high transomand empty wardrobe; eventhe back of the doorhas one.There are people in the next roomarguing, opening and closing drawers(the walls are thin)You look past me, listeningto them, perhaps, orwatchingyour own reflection somewherebehind my head,over my shoulderYou shift, and the bedsags under us, losing its focusthere is someone in the next roomthere is always(your faceremote, listening)someone in the next room.iiiHowever,in all their gamesthere seemsto be some reasonhoweverabstract theyat first appearWhen we read them legendsin the eveningof monstrous battles, and secretbetrayals in the forestand brutal deaths,they scarcely listened;one yawned and fidgeted; anotherchewed the wooden handleof a hammer;the youngest one examineda slight cut on his toe,and we wondered howthey could remaincompletely without fearor even interestas the final sword slid throughthe dying hero.The next nightwalking along the beachwe found the trenchesthey had been making:fortified with pointed sticksdriven into the sidesof their sand moatsand a lake-enclosed islandwith no bridges:a last attempt(howevereroded by the waterin an hour)to makemaybe, a refuge humanand secure from the reachof whatever walks along(sword hearted)these night beaches.ivReturning to the room:I notice howall your word-plays, calculated ploysof the body, the witticismsof touch, are nowattempts to keep meat a certain distanceand (at length) avoidadmitting I am hereI watch youwatching my faceindifferentlyyet with the same taut curiositywith which you might regarda suddenly discovered partof your own body:a wart perhaps,and I remember thatyou saidin childhood you werea tracer of maps(not making but) movinga pen or a forefingerover the courses of the rivers,the different coloursthat mark the rise of mountains;a memorizerof names (to holdthese placesin their proper places)So now you trace melike a country's boundaryor a strange new wrinkle inyour own wellknown skinand I am fixed, stuckdown on the outspread mapof this room, of your mind's continent (here and yet not here, like the wardrobe and the mirrors the voices through the wall your body ignored on the bed),transfixedby your eyes'cold blue thumbtacksvThe children like the blockof grey stone that was once a fortbut now is a museum:especiallythey like the gunsand the armour brought fromother times and countriesand when they go hometheir drawings will be fullfor some days, of swordsarchaic sunburst macesbroken spearsand vivid red explosions.While they explorethe cannons(they aren't our children)we walk outside alongthe earthworks, notinghow they are crumblingunder the unceasingattacks of feet and flower roots;The weaponsthat were once outsidesharpening themselves on warare now indoorsthere, in the fortress,fragilein glass cases;Why is it(I'm thinkingof the careful mouldinground the stonework archways)that in this time, suchelaborate defences keepthings that are no longer(much)worth defending?viAnd you play the safe gamethe orphan gamethe ragged winter gamethat says, I am alone(hungry: I know you want meto play it also)the game of the waif who standsat every picture window,shivering, pinched nose pressedagainst the glass, the snowcollecting on his neck,watching the happy families(a game of envy)Yet he despises them: they are soVictorian Christmas-card:the cheap paper showsunder the pigments oftheir cheerful fire-places and satin-ribboned suburban laughterand they have their own formsof parlourgames: father and motherplaying father and motherHe's gladto be leftout by himselfin the cold(hugging himself).When I tell you this,you say (with a smile fakeas a tinsel icicle):You do it too.Which in some waysis a lie, but also I supposeis right, as usual:although I tend to posein other seasonsoutside other windows.viiSummer again;in the mirrors of this roomthe children wheel, singingthe same song;This casual bedscruffy as dry turf,the counterpanerumpled with small burrows, istheir grassy lawnand these scuffed wallscontain their circling trees,that low clogged sinktheir lake(a wasp comes,drawn by the piece of sandwichleft on the nearby beach (how carefully you do such details):one of the children flinchesbut won't let go)You make themturn and turn, according tothe closed rules of your games,but there is no joy in itand as we liearm in arm, neitherjoined nor separate (your observations change me to a spineless woman in a cage of bones, obsolete fort pulled inside out),our lips movingalmost in time to their singing,listening to the openingand closing of the drawersin the next room(of course there is alwaysdanger but wherewould you locate it)(the children spina round cage of glassfrom the warm airwith their thread-thininsect voices)and as we liehere, caughtin the monotony of wanderingfrom room to room, shiftingthe place of our defences,I want to breakthese bones, your prisoning rhythms (winter, summer)all the glass cases,erase all maps,crack the protectingeggshell of your turningsinging children:I want the circlebroken.", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2710": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2710, "poem.id": 2710, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:10", "poem.title": "February", "poem.date": "1/7/2015", "poem.content": "Winter. Time to eat fatand watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat, a black fur sausage with yellowHoudini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's hisway of telling whether or not I'm dead.If I'm not, he wants to be scratched; if I am He'll think of something. He settleson my chest, breathing his breathof burped-up meat and musty sofas,purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat, not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door, declaring war. It's all about sex and territory, which are what will finish us offin the long run. Some cat owners around here should snip a few testicles. If we wise hominids were sensible, we'd do that too, or eat our young, like sharks.But it's love that does us in. Over and over again, He shoots, he scores! and faminecrouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits thirty below, and pollution poursout of our chimneys to keep us warm.February, month of despair,with a skewered heart in the centre.I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries with a splash of vinegar.Cat, enough of your greedy whiningand your small pink bumhole.Off my face! You're the life principle,more or less, so get goingon a little optimism around here.Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2711": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2711, "poem.id": 2711, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:36:46", "poem.title": "They Eat Out", "poem.date": "10/21/2006", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2712": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2712, "poem.id": 2712, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:21", "poem.title": "Provisions", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2713": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2713, "poem.id": 2713, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:25", "poem.title": "The Rest", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2714": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2714, "poem.id": 2714, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:29", "poem.title": "Backdropp Addresses Cowboy", "poem.date": "1/2/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2715": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2715, "poem.id": 2715, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:35", "poem.title": "The Shadow Voice", "poem.date": "1/2/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2716": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2716, "poem.id": 2716, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:39", "poem.title": "The Landlady", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2717": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2717, "poem.id": 2717, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:41", "poem.title": "Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2718": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2718, "poem.id": 2718, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:47", "poem.title": "Night Poem", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2719": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2719, "poem.id": 2719, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:03:54", "poem.title": "Postcards", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2720": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2720, "poem.id": 2720, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:00", "poem.title": "Flying Inside Your Own Body", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2721": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2721, "poem.id": 2721, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:03", "poem.title": "More And More", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2722": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2722, "poem.id": 2722, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:07", "poem.title": "In The Secular Night", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2723": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2723, "poem.id": 2723, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:10", "poem.title": "Spelling", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2724": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2724, "poem.id": 2724, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:16", "poem.title": "A Visit", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2725": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2725, "poem.id": 2725, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:21", "poem.title": "Habitation", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2726": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2726, "poem.id": 2726, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:25", "poem.title": "Morning In The Burned House", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2727": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2727, "poem.id": 2727, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:31", "poem.title": "The City Planners", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2728": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2728, "poem.id": 2728, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:36", "poem.title": "Variations On The Word Love", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2729": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2729, "poem.id": 2729, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:43", "poem.title": "Variation On The Word Sleep", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2730": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2730, "poem.id": 2730, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:04:48", "poem.title": "This Is A Photograph Of Me", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2731": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2731, "poem.id": 2731, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:05:14", "poem.title": "Siren Song", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2732": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2732, "poem.id": 2732, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:05:20", "poem.title": "Bored", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2733": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2733, "poem.id": 2733, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:05:25", "poem.title": "Is/Not", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2734": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2734, "poem.id": 2734, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:05:27", "poem.title": "Helen Of Troy Does Countertop Dancing", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "The world is full of womenwho'd tell me I should be ashamed of myselfif they had the chance. Quit dancing.Get some self-respectand a day job.Right. And minimum wage,and varicose veins, just standingin one place for eight hoursbehind a glass counterbundled up to the neck, instead of naked as a meat sandwich.Selling gloves, or something.Instead of what I do sell.You have to have talent to peddle a thing so nebulousand without material form.Exploited, they'd say. Yes, any wayyou cut it, but I've a choiceof how, and I'll take the money.I do give value.Like preachers, I sell vision,like perfume ads, desireor its facsimile. Like jokesor war, it's all in the timing.I sell men back their worse suspicions:that everything's for sale,and piecemeal. They gaze at me and seea chain-saw murder just before it happens,when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nippleare still connected.Such hatred leaps in them,my beery worshippers! That, or a blearyhopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads and upturned eyes, imploringbut ready to snap at my ankles,I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge to step on ants. I keep the beat,and dance for them becausethey can't. The music smells like foxes,crisp as heated metalsearing the nostrilsor humid as August, hazy and languorousas a looted city the day after,when all the rape's been donealready, and the killing,and the survivors wander aroundlooking for garbageto eat, and there's only a bleak exhaustion.Speaking of which, it's the smilingtires me out the most. This, and the pretencethat I can't hear them.And I can't, because I'm after alla foreigner to them.The speech here is all warty gutturals,obvious as a slab of ham,but I come from the province of the godswhere meanings are lilting and oblique.I don't let on to everyone,but lean close, and I'll whisper:My mother was raped by a holy swan.You believe that? You can take me out to dinner. That's what we tell all the husbands.There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around.Not that anyone herebut you would understand.The rest of them would like to watch meand feel nothing. Reduce me to componentsas in a clock factory or abattoir.Crush out the mystery.Wall me up alivein my own body. They'd like to see through me, but nothing is more opaquethan absolute transparency.Look--my feet don't hit the marble!Like breath or a balloon, I'm rising,I hover six inches in the airin my blazing swan-egg of light.You think I'm not a goddess?Try me.This is a torch song.Touch me and you'll burn.", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2735": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2735, "poem.id": 2735, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:05:30", "poem.title": "You Fit Into Me", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2736": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2736, "poem.id": 2736, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:05:37", "poem.title": "The Moment", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" }, "2737": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2737, "poem.id": 2737, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:05:42", "poem.title": "A Sad Child", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Margaret Atwood" } } }, "123": { "poet.id": 123, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:06:05", 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"poem.date": "5/2/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kabir" }, "2763": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2763, "poem.id": 2763, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:08:02", "poem.title": "Lift The Veil", "poem.date": "5/2/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kabir" }, "2764": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2764, "poem.id": 2764, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:08:06", "poem.title": "I Won’t Come", "poem.date": "5/2/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kabir" }, "2765": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2765, "poem.id": 2765, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:08:10", "poem.title": "What Kind Of God?", "poem.date": "5/2/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kabir" }, "2766": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2766, "poem.id": 2766, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:08:34", "poem.title": "His Death In Benares", "poem.date": "5/2/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kabir" }, "2767": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2767, "poem.id": 2767, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:08:40", "poem.title": "I Have Attained The Eternal Bliss", "poem.date": "5/2/2012", 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Why Do You Go On Sleeping?", "poem.date": "5/2/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kabir" }, "30009": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30009, "poem.id": 30009, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:39:22", "poem.title": "Do Not Go To The Garden Of Flowers", "poem.date": "5/2/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kabir" }, "30010": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30010, "poem.id": 30010, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:39:27", "poem.title": "O My Heart! 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But it breaks my spirit;underneath my breast all the heart is shaken.Let me only glance where you are, the voice dies,I can say nothing,but my lips are stricken to silence, underneathmy skin the tenuous flame suffuses;nothing shows in front of my eyes, my ears aremuted in thunder.And the sweat breaks running upon me, fevershakes my body, paler I turn than grass is;I can feel that I have been changed, I feel thatdeath has come near me.Translated by Richmond Lattimore", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2779": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2779, "poem.id": 2779, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:10:13", "poem.title": "To A Youth Who Wooed A Woman Older Than Himself", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2780": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2780, "poem.id": 2780, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:10:24", "poem.title": "To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2781": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2781, 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"poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2807": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2807, "poem.id": 2807, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:13:31", "poem.title": "The Arbor", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2808": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2808, "poem.id": 2808, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:13:35", "poem.title": "Must I Remind You, Clesis,", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2809": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2809, "poem.id": 2809, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:13:40", "poem.title": "To Evening", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2810": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2810, "poem.id": 2810, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:14:04", "poem.title": "My Garden", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2811": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2811, "poem.id": 2811, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:14:07", "poem.title": "Loneliness", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2812": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2812, "poem.id": 2812, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:14:31", "poem.title": "To Any Army Wife", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2813": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2813, "poem.id": 2813, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:14:36", "poem.title": "Must I Remind You, Cleis,", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2814": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2814, "poem.id": 2814, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:14:43", "poem.title": "Claïs", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2815": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2815, "poem.id": 2815, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:14:46", "poem.title": "We Put The Urn Abord Ship", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2816": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2816, "poem.id": 2816, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:14:48", "poem.title": "Moonlight", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "2817": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2817, "poem.id": 2817, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:14:54", "poem.title": "Grace", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30082": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30082, "poem.id": 30082, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:41:33", "poem.title": "Yes, Atthis, You May Be Sure", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30083": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30083, "poem.id": 30083, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:41:38", "poem.title": "We Shall Enjoy It", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30084": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30084, "poem.id": 30084, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:41:45", "poem.title": "Leto And Niobe", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30085": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30085, "poem.id": 30085, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:41:51", "poem.title": "Ode To Aphrodite", "poem.date": "12/23/2014", "poem.content": "Deathless Aphrodite, throned in flowers, Daughter of Zeus, O terrible enchantress, With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spirit Lady, not longer! Hear anew the voice! O hear and listen! Come, as in that island dawn thou camest, Billowing in thy yoked car to Sappho Forth from thy father's Golden house in pity! ... I remember: Fleet and fair thy sparrows drew thee, beating Fast their wings above the dusky harvests, Down the pale heavens, Lightning anon! And thou, O blest and brightest, Smiling with immortal eyelids, asked me: 'Maiden, what betideth thee? Or wherefore Callest upon me? 'What is here the longing more than other, Here in this mad heart? And who the lovely One beloved that wouldst lure to loving? Sappho, who wrongs thee? 'See, if now she flies, she soon must follow; Yes, if spurning gifts, she soon must offer; Yes, if loving not, she soon must love thee, Howso unwilling...' Come again to me! O now! Release me! End the great pang! And all my heart desireth Now of fulfillment, fulfill! O Aphrodite, Fight by my shoulder!", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30086": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30086, "poem.id": 30086, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:41:57", "poem.title": "The Anactoria Poem", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30087": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30087, "poem.id": 30087, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:41:59", "poem.title": "Love", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30088": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30088, "poem.id": 30088, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:01", "poem.title": "Words", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30089": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30089, "poem.id": 30089, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:07", "poem.title": "To One Who Loved Not Poetry", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30090": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30090, "poem.id": 30090, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:10", "poem.title": "Tell Everyone", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30091": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30091, "poem.id": 30091, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:16", "poem.title": "The Muses", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30092": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30092, "poem.id": 30092, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:20", "poem.title": "Prayer To Our Lady Of Paphos", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30093": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30093, "poem.id": 30093, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:24", "poem.title": "One Girl", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30094": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30094, "poem.id": 30094, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:26", "poem.title": "Standing By My Bed", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30095": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30095, "poem.id": 30095, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:29", "poem.title": "Sounds Of Grief", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" 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30101, "poem.id": 30101, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:51", "poem.title": "Sleep, Darling", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30102": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30102, "poem.id": 30102, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:54", "poem.title": "Tonight I'Ve Watched", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30103": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30103, "poem.id": 30103, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:42:58", "poem.title": "I Took My Lyre", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30104": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30104, "poem.id": 30104, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:02", "poem.title": "You Know The Place: Then", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30105": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30105, "poem.id": 30105, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:08", "poem.title": "It's No Use", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30106": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30106, "poem.id": 30106, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:14", "poem.title": "The Moon", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30107": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30107, "poem.id": 30107, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:16", "poem.title": "Without Warning", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30108": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30108, "poem.id": 30108, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:22", "poem.title": "Of Course I Love You", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30109": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30109, "poem.id": 30109, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:26", "poem.title": "It Is The Muses", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30110": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30110, "poem.id": 30110, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:32", "poem.title": "I Took My Lyre And Said", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30111": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30111, "poem.id": 30111, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:35", "poem.title": "Song Of The Rose", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30112": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30112, "poem.id": 30112, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:37", "poem.title": "Cyprian, In My Dream", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30113": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30113, "poem.id": 30113, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:43", "poem.title": "It Was You, Atthis, Who Said", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30114": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30114, "poem.id": 30114, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:49", "poem.title": "Drapple-Thorned Aphrodite,", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30115": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30115, "poem.id": 30115, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:53", "poem.title": "In The Spring Twilight", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30116": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30116, "poem.id": 30116, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:43:59", "poem.title": "I Have No Complaint", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30117": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30117, "poem.id": 30117, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:04", "poem.title": "A Lament For Adonis", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30118": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30118, "poem.id": 30118, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:06", "poem.title": "And Their Feet Move", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30119": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30119, "poem.id": 30119, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:11", "poem.title": "Before They Were Mothers", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30120": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30120, "poem.id": 30120, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:15", "poem.title": "Hymn To Aphrodite", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30121": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30121, "poem.id": 30121, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:20", "poem.title": "In Adoration", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30122": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30122, "poem.id": 30122, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:23", "poem.title": "Anactoria", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30123": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30123, "poem.id": 30123, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:30", "poem.title": "Ode To A Loved One", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30124": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30124, "poem.id": 30124, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:36", "poem.title": "Blame Aphrodite", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30125": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30125, "poem.id": 30125, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:40", "poem.title": "A Hymn To Venus", "poem.date": "3/31/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30126": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30126, "poem.id": 30126, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:44", "poem.title": "Although They Are", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30127": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30127, "poem.id": 30127, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:47", "poem.title": "Cleis", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30128": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30128, "poem.id": 30128, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:50", "poem.title": "You May Forget But", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30129": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30129, "poem.id": 30129, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:52", "poem.title": "He Is More Than A Hero", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30130": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30130, "poem.id": 30130, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:44:57", "poem.title": "On What Is Best", "poem.date": "11/27/2003", "poem.content": "Your browser does not support the audio element.", "poem.author": "Sappho" }, "30131": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30131, "poem.id": 30131, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:45:02", "poem.title": "Awed By Her Splendor", "poem.date": "12/31/2002", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Sappho" } } }, "125": { "poet.id": 125, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:06:27", "poet.title": "Anna Akhmatova", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2818": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2818, "poem.id": 2818, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:01", "poem.title": "To The Londoners", "poem.date": "10/23/2015", "poem.content": "(From the 'In the Fortieth Year')1940The twenty-fourth drama of ShakespeareTime's writing with its indifferent hand.We, selves, the guests of the awful Feast here,Better would read Hamlet, Caesar, and LearOver the river, in heavy lead clad;Better - to bear, with singing and torches,Juliet, the dove, to her family's graves,Peep into windows of Macbeth's castle godless,Tremble with scum - hired killers and knaves -But not this one, Lord… oh, not this...oh, not this, - To read this one we already haven't strengths!", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2819": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2819, "poem.id": 2819, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:03", "poem.title": "Thank You, God...", "poem.date": "8/26/2015", "poem.content": "Thank you, God: I dream of him more seldom,And don't see him now in every place,The white path with clouds has been laden,Easy shadows o'er the waters raced.And all day the chime of bells aroseO'er the ocean of the ploughed soil;Here the toll is best-heard from Saint John's Belfries which are seen afar, the tall.I am cutting off the lilac fashioned For the brunches that have lost their bloom;Two black monks passed by in conversationOn the ramparts to the aging doomed. Let, for blind me, the plain, dear and earthlyWorld again be turned into alive.Our Lord has made my soul healthyWith the icy calm of the non-love.", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2820": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2820, "poem.id": 2820, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:08", "poem.title": "When I Write Poems", "poem.date": "11/26/2015", "poem.content": "When I'm embraced by airy inspiration,I am a bridge between the sky and earth.Of all what heart high-values in creationI am a king, when breathing with a verse!Just if my soul wishes it, my fairy,I shall give you the peaceful coast band,Where, with a hum, the pinky sea is carryingThe dreaming tide to reach the dreaming land. I can do all, just trust in me: I'm mighty;I have the roots for kindness and for love;And if I want, from clouds and from the lightningI'll make a cover your sweet bed above.And I can, dear, create a word such special,That it would change laws of the whole world,To call again its own celebrationAnd stop the sun from fall in the night cold.I'm all another in my inspiration,I am a bridge between the sky and earth.Of all what heart high-values in creationI am a king, when breathing with a verse!", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2821": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2821, "poem.id": 2821, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:12", "poem.title": "We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye", "poem.date": "7/3/2015", "poem.content": "We don't know how to say good-byeWe wander on, shoulder by shoulder.Already the sun is going down.You're moody, I am your shadow.Let's step inside a church and watchbaptisms, marriages, masses for the dead.Why are we different from the rest?Outdoors again, each of us turns his head.Or else, let's sit in the graveyardOn the trampled snow, sighing to each other.That stick in your hand is tracing mansionsIn which we shall always be together.", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2822": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2822, "poem.id": 2822, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:14", "poem.title": "I am a Bard...", "poem.date": "11/26/2015", "poem.content": "I am a bard - I am a heaven bird,I need no any richness of the world.I love a flower and so charming lassIn aromatic springs that never pass.I love a whisper, very gentle and long,And, in full silence, a despondent song.", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2823": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2823, "poem.id": 2823, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:19", "poem.title": "To Fall Ill As One Should, Deliriously", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2824": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2824, "poem.id": 2824, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:21", "poem.title": "One Goes In Straightforward Ways", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2825": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2825, "poem.id": 2825, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:26", "poem.title": "There Are The Words That Couldn’t Be Twice Said", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2826": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2826, "poem.id": 2826, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:31", "poem.title": "Let Somebody Else Rest By Southern Sea", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2827": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2827, "poem.id": 2827, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:39", "poem.title": "The Pillow Hot", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2828": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2828, "poem.id": 2828, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:45", "poem.title": "My Hands Clasped Under A Veil", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2829": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2829, "poem.id": 2829, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:48", "poem.title": "To The Muse", "poem.date": "10/5/2011", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2830": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2830, "poem.id": 2830, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:15:50", "poem.title": "So Again We Triumph!", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2831": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2831, "poem.id": 2831, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:16:16", "poem.title": "Sunshine Has Filled The Room", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2832": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2832, "poem.id": 2832, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:16:21", "poem.title": "If The Moon On The Skies Does Not Roam", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2833": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2833, "poem.id": 2833, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:16:27", "poem.title": "To The Many", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2834": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2834, "poem.id": 2834, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:16:32", "poem.title": "You'Ll Live, But I'Ll Not; Perhaps", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2835": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2835, "poem.id": 2835, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:16:35", "poem.title": "To Boris Pasternak", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2836": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2836, "poem.id": 2836, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:16:37", "poem.title": "Music", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2837": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2837, "poem.id": 2837, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:16:41", "poem.title": "Our Native Earth", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2838": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2838, "poem.id": 2838, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:07", "poem.title": "The Victory", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2839": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2839, "poem.id": 2839, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:13", "poem.title": "My Way", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2840": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2840, "poem.id": 2840, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:18", "poem.title": "I Was Born In The Right Time, In Whole", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2841": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2841, "poem.id": 2841, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:24", "poem.title": "Rachel", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2842": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2842, "poem.id": 2842, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:27", "poem.title": "They Didn’t Meet", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2843": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2843, "poem.id": 2843, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:31", "poem.title": "Reading 'Hamlet'", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2844": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2844, "poem.id": 2844, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:36", "poem.title": "Now No-One Will Be Listening To Songs", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2845": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2845, "poem.id": 2845, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:41", "poem.title": "Here Pushkin’s Endless Exile Has Begun", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2846": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2846, "poem.id": 2846, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:45", "poem.title": "I Saw My Friend At The Front Door", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2847": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2847, "poem.id": 2847, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:50", "poem.title": "You, Who Was Born For Poetry's Creation", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "2848": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2848, "poem.id": 2848, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:17:53", "poem.title": "This Evening’s Light Is Golden Bright", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": 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"poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30197": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30197, "poem.id": 30197, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:46:51", "poem.title": "Under Her Dark Veil", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30198": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30198, "poem.id": 30198, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:46:56", "poem.title": "White Night", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30199": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30199, "poem.id": 30199, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:02", "poem.title": "You Thought I Was That Type", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30200": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30200, "poem.id": 30200, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:06", "poem.title": "Solitude", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30201": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30201, "poem.id": 30201, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:10", "poem.title": "The Sentence", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30202": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30202, "poem.id": 30202, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:15", "poem.title": "Departure", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30203": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30203, "poem.id": 30203, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:21", "poem.title": "How Can You Bear To Look At The Neva?", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30204": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30204, "poem.id": 30204, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:25", "poem.title": "Crucifix", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30205": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30205, "poem.id": 30205, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:32", "poem.title": "Memory Of Sun", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30206": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30206, "poem.id": 30206, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:34", "poem.title": "Twenty-First. Night. Monday", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30207": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30207, "poem.id": 30207, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:39", "poem.title": "I Don'T Know If You'Re Alive Or Dead", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30208": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30208, "poem.id": 30208, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:42", "poem.title": "I Wrung My Hands", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30209": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30209, "poem.id": 30209, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:48", "poem.title": "Voronezh", "poem.date": "1/21/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30210": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30210, "poem.id": 30210, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:53", "poem.title": "You Will Hear Thunder", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30211": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30211, "poem.id": 30211, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:47:58", "poem.title": "Celebrate", "poem.date": "1/21/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30212": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30212, "poem.id": 30212, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:48:03", "poem.title": "I Taught Myself To Live Simply", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30213": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30213, "poem.id": 30213, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:48:10", "poem.title": "Requiem", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "Not under foreign skiesNor under foreign wings protected -I shared all this with my own peopleThere, where misfortune had abandoned us. [1961]INSTEAD OF A PREFACEDuring the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, Ispent seventeen months waiting in prison queues inLeningrad. One day, somehow, someone 'picked me out'.On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me,her lips blue with cold, who, of course, had never inher life heard my name. Jolted out of the torporcharacteristic of all of us, she said into my ear(everyone whispered there) - 'Could one ever describethis?' And I answered - 'I can.' It was then thatsomething like a smile slid across what had previouslybeen just a face.[The 1st of April in the year 1957. Leningrad]DEDICATIONMountains fall before this grief,A mighty river stops its flow,But prison doors stay firmly boltedShutting off the convict burrowsAnd an anguish close to death.Fresh winds softly blow for someone,Gentle sunsets warm them through; we don't know this,We are everywhere the same, listeningTo the scrape and turn of hateful keysAnd the heavy tread of marching soldiers.Waking early, as if for early mass,Walking through the capital run wild, gone to seed,We'd meet - the dead, lifeless; the sun, Lower every day; the Neva, mistier:But hope still sings forever in the distance.The verdict. Immediately a flood of tears,Followed by a total isolation,As if a beating heart is painfully ripped out, or,Thumped, she lies there brutally laid out,But she still manages to walk, hesitantly, alone.Where are you, my unwilling friends,Captives of my two satanic years?What miracle do you see in a Siberian blizzard?What shimmering mirage around the circle of the moon?I send each one of you my salutation, and farewell.[March 1940]INTRODUCTION [PRELUDE]It happened like this when only the deadWere smiling, glad of their release,That Leningrad hung around its prisonsLike a worthless emblem, flapping its piece.Shrill and sharp, the steam-whistles sangShort songs of farewellTo the ranks of convicted, demented by suffering,As they, in regiments, walked along -Stars of death stood over usAs innocent Russia squirmedUnder the blood-spattered boots and tyresOf the black marias.IYou were taken away at dawn. I followed you As one does when a corpse is being removed. Children were crying in the darkened house. A candle flared, illuminating the Mother of God. . .The cold of an icon was on your lips, a death-coldsweatOn your brow - I will never forget this; I will gatherTo wail with the wives of the murdered streltsy (1)Inconsolably, beneath the Kremlin towers.[1935. Autumn. Moscow]IISilent flows the river DonA yellow moon looks quietly onSwanking about, with cap askewIt sees through the window a shadow of youGravely ill, all aloneThe moon sees a woman lying at homeHer son is in jail, her husband is dead Say a prayer for her instead.IIIIt isn't me, someone else is suffering. I couldn't.Not like this. Everything that has happened,Cover it with a black cloth, Then let the torches be removed. . .Night.IVGiggling, poking fun, everyone's darling,The carefree sinner of Tsarskoye Selo (2)If only you could have foreseenWhat life would do with you -That you would stand, parcel in hand,Beneath the Crosses (3), three hundredth inline,Burning the new year's iceWith your hot tears.Back and forth the prison poplar swaysWith not a sound - how many innocent Blameless lives are being taken away. . .[1938]VFor seventeen months I have been screaming,Calling you home.I've thrown myself at the feet of butchersFor you, my son and my horror.Everything has become muddled forever -I can no longer distinguishWho is an animal, who a person, and how longThe wait can be for an execution.There are now only dusty flowers,The chinking of the thurible,Tracks from somewhere into nowhereAnd, staring me in the faceAnd threatening me with swift annihilation,An enormous star.[1939]VIWeeks fly lightly by. Even so,I cannot understand what has arisen,How, my son, into your prisonWhite nights stare so brilliantly.Now once more they burn,Eyes that focus like a hawk,And, upon your cross, the talkIs again of death.[1939. Spring]VIITHE VERDICTThe word landed with a stony thudOnto my still-beating breast.Nevermind, I was prepared,I will manage with the rest.I have a lot of work to do today;I need to slaughter memory,Turn my living soul to stoneThen teach myself to live again. . .But how. The hot summer rustlesLike a carnival outside my window;I have long had this premonitionOf a bright day and a deserted house.[22 June 1939. Summer. Fontannyi Dom (4)]VIIITO DEATHYou will come anyway - so why not now?I wait for you; things have become too hard.I have turned out the lights and opened the doorFor you, so simple and so wonderful. Assume whatever shape you wish. Burst in Like a shell of noxious gas. Creep up on me Like a practised bandit with a heavy weapon.Poison me, if you want, with a typhoid exhalation,Or, with a simple tale prepared by you(And known by all to the point of nausea), take me Before the commander of the blue caps and let meglimpse The house administrator's terrified white face.I don't care anymore. The river Yenisey Swirls on. The Pole star blazes.The blue sparks of those much-loved eyesClose over and cover the final horror.[19 August 1939. Fontannyi Dom]IXMadness with its wingsHas covered half my soulIt feeds me fiery wineAnd lures me into the abyss.That's when I understood While listening to my alien deliriumThat I must hand the victoryTo it.However much I nagHowever much I begIt will not let me takeOne single thing away:Not my son's frightening eyes -A suffering set in stone,Or prison visiting hoursOr days that end in stormsNor the sweet coolness of a handThe anxious shade of lime treesNor the light distant soundOf final comforting words.[14 May 1940. Fontannyi Dom]XCRUCIFIXIONWeep not for me, mother.I am alive in my grave.1.A choir of angels glorified the greatest hour,The heavens melted into flames.To his father he said, 'Why hast thou forsaken me!'But to his mother, 'Weep not for me. . .'[1940. Fontannyi Dom]2.Magdalena smote herself and wept,The favourite disciple turned to stone,But there, where the mother stood silent,Not one person dared to look.[1943. Tashkent]EPILOGUE1.I have learned how faces fall,How terror can escape from lowered eyes,How suffering can etch cruel pages Of cuneiform-like marks upon the cheeks.I know how dark or ash-blond strands of hairCan suddenly turn white. I've learned to recogniseThe fading smiles upon submissive lips,The trembling fear inside a hollow laugh.That's why I pray not for myselfBut all of you who stood there with meThrough fiercest cold and scorching July heatUnder a towering, completely blind red wall.2.The hour has come to remember the dead.I see you, I hear you, I feel you:The one who resisted the long drag to the open window;The one who could no longer feel the kick of familiarsoil beneath her feet;The one who, with a sudden flick of her head, replied,'I arrive here as if I've come home!'I'd like to name you all by name, but the listHas been removed and there is nowhere else to look.So,I have woven you this wide shroud out of the humblewordsI overheard you use. Everywhere, forever and always,I will never forget one single thing. Even in newgrief.Even if they clamp shut my tormented mouthThrough which one hundred million people scream;That's how I wish them to remember me when I am deadOn the eve of my remembrance day.If someone someday in this country Decides to raise a memorial to me,I give my consent to this festivityBut only on this condition - do not build itBy the sea where I was born,I have severed my last ties with the sea;Nor in the Tsar's Park by the hallowed stumpWhere an inconsolable shadow looks for me;Build it here where I stood for three hundred hoursAnd no-one slid open the bolt.Listen, even in blissful death I fearThat I will forget the Black Marias,Forget how hatefully the door slammed and an old womanHowled like a wounded beast.Let the thawing ice flow like tearsFrom my immovable bronze eyelidsAnd let the prison dove coo in the distanceWhile ships sail quietly along the river.[March 1940. Fontannyi Dom]FOOTNOTES1 An elite guard which rose up in rebellionagainst Peter the Great in 1698. Most were eitherexecuted or exiled.2 The imperial summer residence outside StPetersburg where Ahmatova spent her early years.3 A prison complex in central Leningrad near theFinland Station, called The Crosses because of theshape of two of the buildings.4 The Leningrad house in which Ahmatova lived.", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" }, "30214": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30214, "poem.id": 30214, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:48:13", "poem.title": "Everything", "poem.date": "1/21/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Anna Akhmatova" } } }, "126": { "poet.id": 126, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:06:52", "poet.title": "William Ernest Henley", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2858": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2858, "poem.id": 2858, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:18:51", "poem.title": "With Strawberries We Filled A Tray", "poem.date": "12/16/2014", "poem.content": "WITH strawberries we filled a tray,And then we drove away, awayAlong the links beside the sea,Where wave and wind were light and free,And August felt as fresh as May.And where the springy turf was gayWith thyme and balm and many a sprayOf wild roses, you tempted meWith strawberries.A shadowy sail, silent and gray,Stole like a ghost across the bay;But none could hear me ask my fee,And none could know what came to be.Can sweethearts all their thirst allayWith strawberries?", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "2859": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2859, "poem.id": 2859, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:18:53", "poem.title": "Since Those We Love And Those We Hate", "poem.date": "2/18/2015", "poem.content": "SINCE those we love and those we hate, With all things mean and all things great, Pass in a desperate disarray Over the hills and far away: It must be, Dear, that, late or soon, Out of the ken of the watching moon, We shall abscond with yesterday Over the hills and far away. What does it matter? As I deem, We shall but follow as brave a dream As ever smiled a wanton May Over the hills and far away. 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"poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:57:55", "poem.title": "Kate-A-Whimsies, John-A-Dream", "poem.date": "4/12/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30370": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30370, "poem.id": 30370, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:00", "poem.title": "A Thanksgiving", "poem.date": "4/12/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30371": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30371, "poem.id": 30371, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:03", "poem.title": "A Desolate Shore", "poem.date": "4/12/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30372": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30372, "poem.id": 30372, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:06", "poem.title": "England, My England", "poem.date": "1/4/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30373": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30373, "poem.id": 30373, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:12", "poem.title": "There's A Regret", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30374": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30374, "poem.id": 30374, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:15", "poem.title": "Ballade Of Dead Actors", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30375": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30375, "poem.id": 30375, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:20", "poem.title": "If I Were King", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30376": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30376, "poem.id": 30376, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:23", "poem.title": "The Rain And The Wind", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30377": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30377, "poem.id": 30377, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:26", "poem.title": "Margaritae Sorori", "poem.date": "1/4/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30378": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30378, "poem.id": 30378, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:58:28", "poem.title": "Let Us Be Drunk", "poem.date": 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"poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:08", "poem.title": "It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon", "poem.date": "4/12/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30384": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30384, "poem.id": 30384, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:13", "poem.title": "O Gather Me The Rose", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30385": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30385, "poem.id": 30385, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:18", "poem.title": "I Am The Reaper", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30386": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30386, "poem.id": 30386, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:24", "poem.title": "A Love By The Sea", "poem.date": "4/12/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" }, "30387": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30387, "poem.id": 30387, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:29", "poem.title": "Invictus", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "William Ernest Henley" } } }, "127": { "poet.id": 127, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:07:23", "poet.title": "Kazi Nazrul Islam", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2898": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2898, "poem.id": 2898, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:22:57", "poem.title": "Moharrom", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "নীল সিয়া আসমান লালে লাল দুনিয়া -আম্মা লাল তেরী খুন কিয়া খুনিয়া,কাঁদে কোন ক্রন্দসী কারবালা ফোরাতে?সে কাঁদনে আঁসু আনে সিমারের ও ছোঁরাতে।রূদ্ধ মাতম ওঠে দুনিয়া দামেস্কে -জয়নালে পরালো এ খুনিয়ারা বেশ কে ?হায় হায় হোসেনা ওঠে রোল ঝঞ্ঝায়,তলোয়ার কেঁপে ওঠে এজিদের-ও পান্জায়উন্মাদ দুলদুল ছুটে ফেরে মদিনায়আলীযাদা হোসেনের দেখা হোথা যদি পায় !মা ফাতিমা আসমানে কাঁদে খুলি কেশপাশবেটাদের লাশ নিয়ে বধুদের শ্বেতবাসরণে যায় কাশিম ঐ দু'ঘড়ির নওশামেহেদির রং টুকু মুছে গেল সহসা -হায় হায় কাঁদে বায় পূরবী ও দখিনাকঙ্কন-পৈঁচী খুলে ফেল সকিনাকাঁদে কে রে কোলে করে কাশেমের কাটা শিরখান খান খুন হয়ে ক্ষরে বুক ফাঁটা নীরকেঁদে গেছে থামি হেথা মৃত্য ও রুদ্ধবিশ্বের ব্যাথা যেন বালিকা এ ক্ষুদ্রগড়াগড়ি দিয়ে কাঁদে কচি মেয়ে ফাতিমাআম্মাগো পানি দাও ফেঁটে গেল ছাতি মানিয়ে তৃষা সাহারার দুনিয়ার হাহাকারকারবালা প্রান্তরে কাঁদে বাছা আহা কার !দুই হাত কাটা তবু শের-নর আব্বাসপানি আনে মুখে হাঁকে দুশমন-ও 'সাব্বাস' ।দ্রিম দ্রিম বাজে ঘন দুন্দুভী দামামাহাকে বীর 'শীর দেগা নেহী দেগা আমামা'কলিজা কাবাব সম ভূনে মরু রোদ্দুরখাঁ খাঁ করে কারবালা নাই পানি খজ্জুর্রমার স্তনে দুধ নাই বাচ্চারা তড়পায়জিভ চুষে কচি জান থাকে কিরে ধড়টায় ?দাউ দাউ জ্বলে শিরে কারবালা ভাষ্করকাঁদে বানু পানি দেও মরে যাদু আসগরপেলনা তো পানি শিশু পিয়ে গেল কাঁচা খুনডাকে মাতা 'পানি দেব ফিরে আয় বাছা শোন -'পুত্র হীনা আর বিধবার কাঁদনেছিড়ে আনে মর্মের বত্রিশ বাঁধনেতাম্বুতে সিজদায় কাঁদে একা জয়নালদাদা তেরী ঘর কিয়া বরবাদ পয়মালহায়দরী হাঁক হাঁকে দুল দুল আসওয়ারশমশের চমকায় দুশমনে ত্রাসবারখসে পড়ে হাত হতে শত্রুর তরবারভাসে চোখে কিয়ামতে আল্লার দরবার।নিঃশ্বেষ দুশমন - ও কে রণশ্রান্ত ফোরাতের নীরে নেমে মুছে আখি প্রান্ত?কোথা বাবা আসগর শোকে বুক ঝাঁঝরাপানি দেখে হোসেনের ফেঁটে যায় পাঁজরাধুঁকে ম'লো আহা তবু পানি এক কাতরাদেয়নি রে বাছাদের মুখে কম-জাতরাঅঞ্জলী হতে পানি পড়ে গেল ঝর ঝরলূটে ভূমে মহাবাহু খন্জর জর্জর।হলকুমে হানে তেগ ওকে বসে ছাতিতে ?আফতাব ছেয়ে গেল আধীয়ার রাতিতে ! আসমান ভরে গেল গোধুলীতে দুপুরেলাল নীল খুন ঝরে ফোরাতের উপরেবেটাদের লহুরাঙ্গা পীরহান হাতে আহ্আরশের পায়া ধরে কাঁদে মাতা ফাতেমাএয়্ খোদা বদলাতে বেটাদের রক্তের মার্জনা কর গোনা পাপী কম বখতের !কত মোহররম এল গেল চলে গেল বহু কালভুলিনি গো আজো সেই শহীদের লহু-লালমুসলিম তোরা আজ জয়নাল আবেদীনওয়া হোসেনা ওয়া হোসেনা কেঁদে তাই যাবে দিন ?ফিরে এল আজ সেই মহরম মাহিনাত্যাগ চাই মর্সিয়া ক্রন্দন চাহিনা। উষ্ণীষ কোরআনের হাতে তেগ আরবীরদুনিয়াতে নত নয় মুসলিম কারো শির।তবে শোন ঐ শোন বাজে কোথা দামামা !শমশের হাতে নাও বাঁধ বুকে আমামাবেজেছে নাকাড়া হাঁকে নাকিবের তুর্যহুশিয়ার ইসলাম ডুবে তব সুর্য্যজাগো ওঠো মুসলিম হাঁকো হায়দরী হাঁকশহীদের দিনে সব লালে লাল হয়ে যাক।নওশার সাজ নাও খুন খচা আস্তিনময়দানে লুটাতে রে লাশ, এই খাস দিনহাসানের মত পিব পিয়ালা সে জহরেরহোসেনের মত নিব বুকে ছুরি কহরেরআসগর সম দিব বাচ্চারে কোরবানজালিমের দাঁদ নেব দেব আজ গোর জানসখিনার শ্বেত বাস দেব মাতা কন্যায়কাশিমের মত দেব জান, রূধি অন্যায়মহরম কারবালা কাঁদে হায় হোসেনাদেখ মরূ সুর্য্য এ খুন যেন শোষেনা !", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2899": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2899, "poem.id": 2899, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:02", "poem.title": "Farewell", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2900": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2900, "poem.id": 2900, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:10", "poem.title": "The Ecstasy Of Creation", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2901": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2901, "poem.id": 2901, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:15", "poem.title": "The Curse", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2902": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2902, "poem.id": 2902, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:20", "poem.title": "Gloomy", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2903": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2903, "poem.id": 2903, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:22", "poem.title": "The Poet's Queen", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2904": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2904, "poem.id": 2904, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:30", "poem.title": "Sin", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "I sing of Equality -Sinners of all grades are all my sisters and brothers.In this valley of sin, who is there among men and women that hath not committed a sin? I am but an abominable person; - the pilot of sinners sunk in the quagmire of sin.Heaven itself is tottering under the weight of the sin of 330 million gods.The demons enter Heaven through the sinful path of the gods,from Adam down to this Nazrul all haven, more or less, butchered virtue with the knife of sin.The world is a domain of sin -Half of it is God, the other half is satan! Listen, a fanatics! Before counting another's sins, count thy own! Out of the quagmire of sin growth virtue like a lotus; in every flower there's sin.This beautiful world is full of mere deceit and curse.Unable to get rid of them sage afterSage pledged their heart and soul to.virtue, and their body to vice.Friend, I have said no untruth,Begin with Brahma, Bishnu, Siva and come downward gradually-Leave aside Men, be they devotees, saints, Sages or hermits -Their souls are self-denying ascetics, their bodies are self-indulgent hedonists! This world is a caravanserai of vice,Here on the back of Religion's Ass the bag of virtue is empty Here all are equally sinful.By the measure of our sin we measure another's sin.If thou dost really run a godly race, why such ample ceremony of outward show? Putting on a cap and keeping a tuft of hair on head thou dost seem to proclaim that thou art not a sinner If not a sinner, why such extravagant parade of trade Mark'? The culprit has concealed himself in the official costume of a Police officer! Friend, let me tell thee a funny story,Once Angels sinless assembled at a certain meeting of Heaven were finding fault with the dispensation of God as follows:'Day and Night and Night and Day, weWorship Him and attend his pleasure,Yet He does not seem well-pleased - all His boundless love and mercy flows for mankind who are made of clay and earth and are sunk in sin! All-knowing God knew it and addressed them smiling -'Children of humble dust they are with very frail minds,In every flower on earth there's pain in the eyes, on the lips, there's curse, in the sandal wood there's a burning desire, in the moon a thirst for kisses! There in the eyes of a maiden is collyrium,On the waist a silver chain, on the margin of the feet a red juice of a particular tree, on the lips a red hue of chewed betel, cupid himself is a captive of these charms! A beautiful Satan with vigilant eyes guards the door, in every breast there's a quiver of flowers, and everywhere the eyes send arrows of flowers! 'Angels all said, ' lord, Let us see theEarth and see how flowers blossom there at whose head lies decrepitude and death.'Said God, - ' Let two among you decidedly superior to the rest go to the earth and know the awful nature of its temptation.' Haroot and Maroot - the glory of the Angels as the Sun and the Moon in the sky -came down into human habitation, and became partners of the dust-be-decked Earth! Here some spell nestles round every human shape and everywhere is spread a snare, in the water of the Lotus-Lake, one moon of the sky has become seven hundredMoons! Sound, Smell, colour haveSet up a magic noose; here on every bank laughter overflows the pitchers of water, and in fields and meadows are heard the sweetest saddest songsSoon was softened the heart of the Angecls of fire with the juice of Earth, the amorous looks of carp-like eyes leave their mark on the bosom Waving her Ghaghri with a small pitcher of water on her waist goes the artful, amorous Zohora -The Ambassadors of Heaven were captivated by that beauty., and surrendered themselves at her rosy feet. drowned in the nectar of her lips like Anar-juiceThe earthen pot of water was intoxicated with the blood-red juice of grapes.Away, away was swept the four walls of self-restraint, the citadel was bathered, to their heart's contentThey drank the wine of Earth with their flowery lips.In Heaven God addressed all theAngels smilingly as follows:'See what has been done to Haroot and Maroot by the wily Earth! A damsel has a fatal gift of smell there, one speechless message of her eyes, friends, is enough to set at naught the merits of the great penance of a million ages! Nymph Earth is possessed of eternalYouth, Her Lord is Cupid - not Siva! [Translation: Sajed Kamal]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2905": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2905, "poem.id": 2905, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:33", "poem.title": "Complaint", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2906": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2906, "poem.id": 2906, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:40", "poem.title": "Gokul Nag", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "না ফুরাতে শরতের বিদায়-শেফালি,না নিবিতে আশ্বিনের কমল-দীপালি,তুমি শুনেছিলে বন্ধু পাতা-ঝরা গানফুলে ফুলে হেমনে-র বিদায়-আহবান!অতন্দ্র নয়নে তব লেগেছিল চুমঝর-ঝর কামিনীর, এল চোখে ঘুমরাত্রিময়ী রহস্যের; ছিন্ন শতদলহ'ল তব পথ-সাথী; হিমানী-সজলছায়াপথ-বিথী দিয়া শেফালি দলিয়াএল তব মায়া বধূ ব্যথা-জাগানিয়া!এল অশ্রু হেমনে-র,এল ফুল-খসাশিশির-তিমির-রাত্রি; শ্রান- দীর্ঘশ্বাসাঝাউ-শাখে সিক্ত বায়ু ছায়া-কুহেলিরঅশ্রু-ঘন মায়া-আঁখি, বিরহ-অথিরবুকে তব ব্যথা-কীট পশিল সেদিন!যে-কান্না এল না চোখে, মর্মে হ'ল লীন,বক্ষে তাহা নিল বাসা, হ'ল রক্তে রাঙাআশাহীন ভালবাসা, ভাষা অশ্রু-ভাঙা!বন্ধু, তব জীবনের কুমারী আশ্বিনপরিল বিধবা বেশ করে কোন্ দিন,কোন্ দিন সেঁউতির মালা হ'তে তারঝ'রে গেল বৃন-গুলি রাঙা কামনার-জানি নাই; জানি নাই, তোমার জীবনেহাসিছে বি\"েছদ-রাত্রি, অজানা গহনেএবে যাত্রা শুরু তব, হে পথ-উদাসী!কোন্ বনান-র হ'তে ঘর-ছাড়া বাঁশীডাক দিল, তুমি জান। মোরা শুধু জানিতব পায়ে কেঁদেছিল সারা পথখানি!সেধেছিল, এঁকেছিল ধূলি-তুলি দিয়াতোমার পদাঙ্ক-স্মৃতি।রহিয়া রহিয়াকত কথা মনে পড়ে! আজ তুমি নাই,মোরা তব পায়ে-চলা পথে শুধু তাইএসেছি খুঁজিতে সেই তপ্ত পদ-রেখা,এইখানে আছে তব ইতিহাস লেখা।জানি না ক' আজ তুমি কোন্ লোকে রহি'শুনিছ আমার গান হে কবি বিরহী!কোথা কোন্ জিজ্ঞাসার অসীম সাহারা,প্রতীক্ষার চির-রাত্রি, চন্দ্র, সুর্য, তারা,পারায়ে চলেছ একা অসীম বিরহে?তব পথ-সাথী যারা-পিছু ডাকি' কহে,‘ওগো বন্ধু শেফালির, শিশিরের প্রিয়!তব যাত্রা-পথে আজ নিও বন্ধু নিওআমাদের অশ্রু-আর্দ্র এ স্মরণখানি!'শুনিতে পাও কি তুমি, এ-পারে ও-পারে?এ কাহার শব্দ শুনি মনের বেতারে?কতদূরে আছ তুমি কোথা কোন্ বেশে?লোকান-রে, না সে এই হৃদয়েরি দেশেপারায়ে নয়ন-সীমা বাঁধিয়াছ বাসা?হৃদয়ে বসিয়া শোন হৃদয়ের ভাষা?হারায়নি এত সূর্য এত চন্দ্র তারা,যেথা হোক আছ বন্ধু, হওনি ক' হারা!সেই পথ, সেই পথ-চলা গাঢ় স্মৃতি,সব আছে! নাই শুধু সেই নিতি নিতিনব নব ভালোবাসা প্রতি দরশনে,আরো প্রিয় ক'রে পাওয়া চির প্রিয়জনে-আদি নাই, অন- নাই, ক্লানি- তৃপ্তি নাই-যত পাই তত চাই-আরো আরো চাই,-সেই নেশা, সেই মধু নাড়ী-ছেঁড়া টানসেই কল্পলোকে নব নব অভিযান,-সব নিয়ে গেছ বন্ধু! সে কল-কল্লোল,সে হাসি-হিল্লোল নাই চিত-উতরোল!আজ সেই প্রাণ-ঠাসা একমুঠো ঘরেশূন্যের শূন্যতা রাজে, বুক নাহি ভরে!….হে নবীন, অফুরন- তব প্রাণ-ধারা।হয়ত এ মরু-পথে হয়নি ক' হারা,হয়ত আবার তুমি নব পরিচয়েদেবে ধরা; হবে ধন্য তব দান ল'য়েকথা-সরস্বতী! তাহা ল'য়ে ব্যথা নয়,কত বাণী এল, গেল, কত হ'ল লয়,আবার আসিবে কত। শুধু মনে হয়তোমারে আমরা চাই, রক্তমাংসময়!আপনারে ক্ষয় করি' যে অক্ষয় বাণীআনিলে আনন্দ-বীর, নিজে বীণাপাণিপাতি' কর লবে তাহা, তবু যেন হায়,হৃদয়ের কোথা কোন্ ব্যথা থেকে যায়!কোথা যেন শূন্যতার নিঃশব্দ ক্রন্দনগুমরি' গুমরি' ফেরে, হু-হু করে মন!বাণী তব- তব দান- সে তা সকলের,ব্যথা সেথা নয় বন্ধু! যে ক্ষতি একেরসেথায় সান-্বনা কোথা? সেথা শানি- নাই,মোরা হারায়েছি,- বন্ধু, সখা, প্রিয়, ভাই।…কবির আনন্দ-লোকে নাই দুঃখ-শোক,সে-লোকে বিরহে যারা তারা সুখী হোক!তুমি শিল্পী তুমি কবি দেখিয়াছে তারা,তারা পান করে নাই তব প্রাণ-ধারা!‘ পথিকে' দেখেছে তা'রা, দেখেনি ‘গোকুলে',ডুবেনি ক'-সুখী তা রা-আজো তা'রা কূলে!আজো মোরা প্রাণা\"ছন্ন, আমরা জানি নাগোকুল সে শিল্পী গল্পী কবি ছিল কি-না!আত্মীয়ে স্মরিয়া কাঁদি, কাঁদি প্রিয় তরেগোকুলে পড়েছে মনে-তাই অশ্রু ঝরে!না ফুরাতে আশা ভাষা, না মিটিতে ক্ষুধা,না ফুরাতে ধরণীর মৃৎ-পাত্র-সুধা,না পূরিতে জীবনের সকল আস্বাদ-মধ্যাহ্নে আসিল দূত! যত তৃষ্ণা সাধকাঁদিল আঁকড়ি' ধরা, যেতে নাহি চায়!ছেড়ে যেতে যেন সব স্নায়ু ছিঁড়ে যায়!ধরার নাড়ীতে পড়ে টান! তরুলতাজল বায়ু মাটি সব কয় যেন কথা!যেয়ো না ক' যেয়ো না ক' যেন সব বলে-তাই এত আকর্ষণ এই জলে স'লেঅনুভব করেছিলে প্রকৃতি-দুলাল!ছেড়ে যেতে ছিঁড়ে গেল বক্ষ, লালে লালহ'ল ছিন্ন প্রাণ! বন্ধু, সেই রক্ত ব্যথার'য়ে গেল আমাদের বুকে চেপে হেথা!হে তরুণ, হে অরুণ, হে শিল্পী সুন্দর,মধ্যাহ্ন আসিয়াছিলে সুমেরু-শিখরকৈলাসের কাছাকাছি দারুণ তৃষ্ণায়,পেলে দেখা সুন্দরের, স্বরগ-গঙ্গায়হয়ত মিটেছে তৃষ্ণা, হয়ত আবারক্ষুধাতুর!-স্রোতে ভেসে এসেছে এ-পারঅথবা হয়ত আজ হে ব্যথা-সাধক,অশ্রু-সরস্বতী কর্ণে তুমি কুরুবক!হে পথিক-বন্ধু মোর, হে প্রিয় আমার,যেখানে যে লোকে থাক/ করিও স্বীকারঅশ্রু-রেবা-কূলে মোর স্মৃতি-তর্পণ,তোমারে অঞ্জলি করি' করিনু অর্পণ!সুন্দরের তপস্যায় ধ্যানে আত্মহারাদারিদ্র্যে দর্প তেজ নিয়া এল যারা,যারা চির-সর্বহারা করি' আত্মদান,যাহারা সৃজন করে, করে না নির্মাণ,সেই বাণীপুত্রদের আড়ম্বরহীনএ-সহজ আয়োজন এ-স্মরণ-দিনস্বীকার করিও কবি, যেমন স্বীকারক'রেছিলে তাহাদের জীবনে তোমার!নহে এরা অভিনেতা, দেশ-নেতা নহে,এদের সৃজন-কুঞ্জ অভাবে, বিরহে,ইহাদের বিত্ত নাই, পুঁজি চিত্তদল,নাই বড় আয়োজন,নাই কোলাহল;আছে অশ্রু, আছে প্রীতি, আছে বক্ষ-ক্ষত,তাই নিয়ে সুখী হও, বন্ধু স্বর্গগত!গড়ে যারা, যারা করে প্রাসাদ নির্মাণশিরোপা তাদের তরে, তাদের সম্মান।দু'দিনে ওদের গড়া প'ড়ে ভেঙে যায়কিন' স্রষ্টা সম যারা গোপনে কোথায়সৃজন করিছে জাতি, সৃজিছে মানুষঅচেনা রহিল তা'রা। কথার ফানুসফাঁপাইয়া যারা যত করে বাহাদুরী,তারা তত পাবে মালা যমের কস'রী!‘আজ'টাই সত্য নয়, ক'টা দিন তাহা?ইতিহাস আছে, আছে অবিষ্যৎ, যাহাঅনন- কালের তরে রচে সিংহাসন,সেখানে বসাবে তোমা বিশ্বজনগণ।আজ তারা নয় বন্ধু, হবে সে তখন,-পূজা নয়-আজ শুধু করিনু স্মরণ।", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2907": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2907, "poem.id": 2907, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:45", "poem.title": "Day-Labourer", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2908": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2908, "poem.id": 2908, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:52", "poem.title": "Satyendro-Pronoy-Giti", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "চল-চঞ্চল বাণীর দুলাল এসেছিল পথ ভুলে,ওগো এই গঙ্গার কূলে।দিশাহারা মাতা দিশা পেয়ে তাই নিয়ে গেছে কোলে তুলেওগো এই গঙ্গার কূলে।।চপল চারণ বেণু-বীণে তা'র সুর বেঁধে শুধু দিল ঝঙ্কার,শেষ গান গাওয়া হ'ল না ক' আর,উঠিল চিত্ত দুলে,তারি ডাক-নাম ধ'রে ডাকিল কে যেন অস্ত-তোরণ-মূলে,ওগো এই গঙ্গার কূলে।।ওরে এ ঝোড়ো হাওয়ায় কারে ডেকে যায় এ কোন সর্বনাশীবিষাণ কবির গুমরি' উঠিল, বেসুরো বাজিল বাঁশী।আঁখির সলিলে ঝলসানো আঁখিকূলে কূলে ভ'রে ওঠে থাকি' থাকি',মনে পড়ে কবে আহত এ-পাখীমৃত্যু-আফিম-ফুলে,কোন ঝড়-বাদলের এমনি নিশীথে প'ড়েছিল ঘুমে ঢুলে।ওগো এই গঙ্গার কুলে।।তার ঘরের বাঁধন সহিল না সে যে চির বন্ধন-হারা,তাই ছন্দ-পাগলে কোলে নিয়ে দোলে জননী মুক্তধারা!ও সে আলো দিয়ে গেল আপনারে দহি',অমৃত বিলালো বিষ-জ্বালা সহি',শেষে শান্তি মাগিল ব্যথা-বিদ্রোহীচিতার অগ্নি-শূলে!পুনঃ নব-বীনা-করে আসিবে বলিয়া এই শ্যাম তরুমূলেওগো এই গঙ্গার কূলে।।", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2909": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2909, "poem.id": 2909, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:23:57", "poem.title": "Hindu-Muslim Juddho", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2910": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2910, "poem.id": 2910, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:24:00", "poem.title": "The Bird Pierced By An Arrow", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "O bird! deprived of nest, and pierced by an arrow in thy tender bosom! How and where should I keep thee from harm? Where, tell me where dost thou feel pain? Blinded by tears I fail to see anything.....O my treasure! Thou shouldst not misunderstand me It is not within my powers to allay the paina my Bird pierced in the tender bosom by an arrow! How and where may I keep thee under protection? With a poisoned arrow in thy bosom dost thou now fall and flutter? Who led thee, alas, to the door of this unhappy woman? Dost thou think that relief of thy painlies concealed in my abode? O my Bird with an arrow imbedded in the tender bosom! How and where may I give thee protection? Alas! This is no fit place for thy relief! Clouds thunder, winds howl, my cottage tremblesMy lamp is extinguished and doors are broken by storms,The endless wails of the night of sorrow roar from time to time in the bosom O my Bird with an arrow embedded, in the tender bosom,Amid such inclement weather where may I keep thee concealed? My child, death embraces him who comes to this powerless woman's door calling her 'mother'! I lose my 'treasure as many times as I get it So my heart trembles in fear last thou shouldst forsake me O my lost treasure! O my Bird! How and where may protect thee? O my Paradise regained! I do at once recognize thee, let me hold thee on my breast for some time Others may not take thee on theirLap seeing thy bosom pierced by an arrow,But how can thy ever-loving Mother forsake thee lest she lose thee? O my Bird with an arrow embedded in the tender bosom! How and where may I harbour thee? This is indeed thy ever known love! Thou art no gust of old to me.Thou hast adorned this house from time to time under different names.Let thy remaining days, my Child. repose in this mother's breast Can one who was thy mother at thy creation keep thee away from her heart? To lose thee? O my fond Child! That is but an illusion! . [Translation: Abdul Hakim]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2911": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2911, "poem.id": 2911, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:24:06", "poem.title": "Grief-Laden Mid-Night", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2912": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2912, "poem.id": 2912, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:24:13", "poem.title": "My Distant Friend", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2913": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2913, "poem.id": 2913, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:24:18", "poem.title": "Enamoured Of Self", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "I look for her Who is closer to me than my own self. I seem to hear her footsteps In my burning desire. Like the skylark, in unquenched thirst, She pines for water in the parched Sky of my mind Like the chakor she steals into my dream In soft, moon-lit night. In the green foliage of my mind I see her as the dark benevolent cloud.. In the sharp lightning-flash I find Her as thunders roar aloud. I sit in the bower I made And garland my beloved; But suddenly with a start I wake And find it, alas, around my own neck.[Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2914": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2914, "poem.id": 2914, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:37:05", "poem.title": "Song Of The Do-Nothing", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "2915": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2915, "poem.id": 2915, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:15", "poem.title": "Gorbini Muslim Bala", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2916": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2916, "poem.id": 2916, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:21", "poem.title": "The Ecstasy Of Destruction", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2917": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2917, "poem.id": 2917, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:24", "poem.title": "Song ( Ajo Dhoroni)", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "Half of the world is dark. The other haIf has light -It heralds the dawn of Someone's sorrowful night.Half is hard earth, The other half is water; Half is full of thorn, The other half is flower.Half is melody, The other half is wine, Half abounds in hope - Lonely hearts pine.Half remains hidden, The other half is known; Half is full of love, The other half disown.Half of it is dawn, The other half is twilight- Half of it is dew, And a moiety sunlight.[Translation: Syed Mujibul Huq]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2918": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2918, "poem.id": 2918, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:28", "poem.title": "Send From Heaven Again", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "Send again, Hazrat! from HeavenThe message of justice and toleration! I can no longer see this hateful hittingbetween man and man! Tell, them Hazrat! tell them allWho pretend to follow thy divine call,To love all men as the creatures of God! And to regard all as the creation of God! The virtue of Justice and Toleration,Which was yours and which has madeHalf the world to believe in you -That virtue we have not learnt to value! The slaves and dupes that we are,The Queen and Hadith we merely hear! Despised in the world we areBy disrespecting your commands clear! The suffering humanity we hate,But we say: We submit to God Compassionate! [Translation: Mizanur Rahman]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2919": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2919, "poem.id": 2919, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:36", "poem.title": "Come Hither", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2920": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2920, "poem.id": 2920, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:42", "poem.title": "Don'T Be Afraid, O Human Soul!", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2921": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2921, "poem.id": 2921, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:47", "poem.title": "Eid, At The End Of Fasting Of Ramadan", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2922": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2922, "poem.id": 2922, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:52", "poem.title": "Fanaticism Is Not Religion!", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2923": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2923, "poem.id": 2923, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:25:59", "poem.title": "Peasant's Eid (Celebration) !", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "Belal! O Belal! The crescent (helal) shines in the western horizon! Seeing what is going on, are you hiding in shame in some desert-grave's prison? Look at those Peasants, bound for the prayer-venue, like the skeleton of a mummy,Have you seen going toward the slaughter-house the little-fed cattle with sunken tummy? They broke their fast with the sherbet made of tears,Is your voice choking, Belal, giving the call for prayers? Mortgaging the plates, bowls and water-jars, these wretcheds are marching toward the prayer-venue,with heart broken and head with bandana of indebtedness, offering God's due is still on their life's menu.Those whose lives are continuous fasting, and can't sleep due to hunger's painTo visit these moribund Peasants today, has the auspicious Eid come again? Crying for another droplet of milk, the baby that died in life's cruel descent,Has the rib-bone of that baby appeared now as the beautiful crescent? Piercing through screen of black shroud that is spread sky-wide,The slice of the moon shines like that baby's tender lips' divide.Peasant's Eid! He marches to the prayer venue for his baby's funeral,The more he hears Takbir-chanting, his heart tears asunder with the rush from the adrenal.The boy has died, the daughter is dying; at his door the flood of death keeps knocking,while around Makkah and the mosques the band of Yazid keeps flocking.Where is the Imam? Today, which sermon will he recite? All around lie corpses; but even worse is in sight! The wealthy people have gathered here with attires of golden lacesYou are the Imam here? Are you then the leader of those privileged faces? You have imbibed from the Koran, hadith, and fiqah, but ever in the mouth of these dead,have you offered ambrosia, can you swear to that? At least, try - go ahead! You have prayed, recited the Koran, you also fasted I know these good deeds are on the list,Alas, just a parrot! Have you ever given them any hope, courage or strength in the least? You have carried fruits, but never tasted the nectar - the wretched fruit-basket! Pebbles never imbibe anything, while remaining a thousand years in the fountain-bed's casket..Divine knowledge - what do you know about the Omnipotent Lord? How can one be a believer who is never attached to life's power-cord? Iman! Faith! You repeat day and night, but is Iman so easy? In carrying the load of Satan, does ever a believer remain busy? Listen liars! Those who are real believers in this world,the power of their simple wish can shake and get the canvas of sky furled.You simply chant the name of Allah, but never knew or understood Him,those who themselves are blind, how can they show others the heavenly beam? Those who themselves are chained, how can they bring to others liberation? How can they deliver honey to others, when their own soul-hive is empty of life's vibration? .Where is that true Imam, at the strike of whose feeble feet,the power-fountain of Zamzam starts flowing forever to flood life's dry and barren street? Those who are wimps themselves, having no strength or power,it is sad that we have to listen to them giving sermons from the prayer-tower.Those who would enliven and wake up these hapless destitutes in every nest,where is that noble and inspiring leader who again will restore true Eid in its full zest? He will bring back from the depth of space the smile of Eid's crescent - like a delightful regale,the smile and joy that will never end, and it never would go pale or stale.At the graveyard, full of corpse, I am waiting when will he arrive at this congregation? Fast and breakfast, we will do together, then it will be Eid - really a celebration.", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2924": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2924, "poem.id": 2924, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:26:18", "poem.title": "Hamd: Allahu, Allahu!", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2925": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2925, "poem.id": 2925, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:26:22", "poem.title": "Shikol Porar Gan", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2926": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2926, "poem.id": 2926, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:26:28", "poem.title": "Day's End", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2927": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2927, "poem.id": 2927, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:26:36", "poem.title": "Shat-Il-Arab", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2928": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2928, "poem.id": 2928, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:26:42", "poem.title": "Hridoy Joto Nishedh Hane Noyon Totoi Kade", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2929": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2929, "poem.id": 2929, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:26:48", "poem.title": "O Thou Nightingale Of Madina", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2930": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2930, "poem.id": 2930, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:26:56", "poem.title": "Milon Gan", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2931": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2931, "poem.id": 2931, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:02", "poem.title": "Purno Ovinondon", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "এস অষ্টমী-পূর্ণচন্দ্র! এস পূর্ণিমা-পূর্ণচাঁদ!ভেদ করি পুন বন্ধ কারার অন্ধকারের পাষাণ-ফাঁদ!এস অনাগত নব-প্রলয়ের মহা সেনাপতি মহামহিম!এস অক্ষত মোহান্ধ-ধৃতরাষ্ট্র-মুক্ত লৌহ-ভীম!স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, মাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর! ছয়বার জয় করি কারা-ব্যুহ, রাজ-রাহু-গ্রাস-মুক্ত চাঁদ!আসিলে চরণে দুলায়ে সাগর নয়-বছরের মুক্ত-বাঁধ!নবগ্রহ ছিঁড়ি ফণি-মনসার মুকুটে তোমার গাঁথিলে হার,উদিলে দশম মহাজ্যোতিষ্ক ভেদিয়া গভীর অন্ধকার!স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, মাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর! স্বাগত শুদ্ধ রুদ্ধ-প্রতাপ, প্রবুদ্ধ নব মহাবলী!দনুজ-দমন দধীচি-অস্থি, বহ্নিগর্ভ দম্ভোলি!স্বাগত সিংহ-বাহিনী-কুমার! স্বাগত হে দেব-সেনাপতি!অনাগত রণ-কুরুক্ষেত্রে সারথি-পার্থ-মহারথী!স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, মাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর! নৃশংস রাজ-কংস-বংশে হানিতে তোমরা ধ্বংস-মারএস অষ্টমী-পূর্ণচন্দ্র, ভাঙিয়া পাষাণ-দৈত্যাগার!এস অশান্তি-অগ্নিকাণ্ডে শান্তিসেনার কাণ্ডারি!নারায়ণী-সেনা-সেনাধিপ, এস প্রতাপের হারা- তরবারি!স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, মাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন-পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর! ওগো অতীতের আজো-ধূমায়িত আগ্নেয়গিরি ধূম্রশিখ!না-আসা-দিনের অতিথি তরুণ তব পানে চেয়ে নিনিমিখ।জয় বাংলার পূর্ণচন্দ্র, জয় জয় আদি-অন্তরীণ!জয় যুগে-যুগে-আসা-সেনাপতি, জয় প্রাণ আদি-অন্তহীন!স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, মাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর! স্বর্গ হইতে জননী তোমার পেতেছেন নামি মাটিতে কোল,শ্যামল শস্যে হরিৎ ধান্যে বিছানো তাঁহারই শ্যাম আঁচল।তাঁহারি স্নেহের করুণ গন্ধ নবান্নে ভরি উঠিছে ঐ,নদীস্রোত-স্বরে কাঁদিছেন মাতা, 'কই রে আমার দুলাল কই?'স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, মাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর! মোছো আঁখি-জল, এস বীর! আজ খুঁজে নিতে হবে আপন মায়,হারানো মায়ের স্মৃতি-ছাই আছে এই মাটিতেই মিশিয়া,হায়!তেত্রিশ কোটি ছেলের রক্তে মিশেছে মায়ের ভস্ম-শেষ,ইহাদেরি মাঝে কাঁদিছেন মাতা, তাই আমাদের মা স্বদেশ।স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, মাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন-পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর! এস বীর! এস যুগ-সেনাপতি! সেনাদল তব চায় হুকুম,হাঁকিছে প্রলয়, কাঁপিছে ধরণী, উদ্গারে গিরি অগ্নি-ধূম।পরাধীন এই তেত্রিশ কোটি বন্দির আঁখি-জলে হে বীর,বন্দিনী মাতা যাচিছে শক্তি তোমার অভয় তরবারির।স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, পাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর! গল-শৃঙ্খল টুটেনি আজিও, করিতে পারি না প্রণাম পা'য়,রুদ্ধ কণ্ঠে ফরিয়াদ শুধু গুমরিয়া মরে গুরু ব্যথায়।জননীর যবে মিলিবে আদেশ, মুক্ত সেনানী দিবে হুকুম,শত্রু-খড়্গ-ছিন্ন-মুণ্ড দানিবে ও-পায়ে প্রণাম-চুম।স্বাগত ফরিদপুরের ফরিদ, পাদারিপুরের মর্দবীর,বাংলা-মায়ের বুকের মানিক, মিলন পদ্মা-ভাগীরথীর!", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2932": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2932, "poem.id": 2932, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:05", "poem.title": "Mohanter Moho-Onter Gan", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "জাগো আজ দণ্ড-হাতে চণ্ড বঙ্গবাসী। ডুবাল পাপ-চণ্ডাল তোদের বাংলা দেশের কাশী। জাগো বঙ্গবাসী॥তোরা হত্যা দিতিস যাঁর থানে, আজ সেই দেবতাই কেঁদেওরে তোদের দ্বারেই হত্যা দিয়ে মাগেন সহায় আপনি আসি। জাগো বঙ্গবাসী॥ মোহের যার নাইকো অন্ত পূজারী সেই মোহান্ত, মা-বোনে সর্বস্বান্ত করছে বেদী-মূলে।তোদেরে পূজার প্রসাদ বলে খাওয়ায় পাপ-পুঁজ সে গুলে।তোরা তীর্থে গিয়ে আসিস পাপ-ব্যভিচার রাশি রাশি। জাগো বঙ্গবাসী॥ এইসব ধর্ম-ঘাগী দেব্তায় করছে দাগী, মুখে কয় সর্বত্যাগী ভোগ-নরকে বসে।সে যে পাপের ঘণ্টা বাজায় পাপী দেব-দেউলে পশে।আর ভক্ত তোরা পূজিস তারেই যোগাস খোরাক সেবা-দাসী! জাগো বঙ্গবাসী॥ দিয়ে নিজ রক্তবিন্দু ভরালি পাপের সিন্ধু— ডুবলি তায় ডুবলি হিন্দু ডুবলি দেব্তারে।দেখো ভোগের বিষ্ঠা পুড়ছে তোদের বেদীর ধূপধারে।পূজারীর কমণ্ডলুর গঙ্গা-জলে মদের ফেনা উঠছে ভাসি। জাগো বঙ্গবাসী॥ দিতে যায় পূজা-আরতি সতীত্ব হারায় সতী, পুণ্য-খাতায় ক্ষতি লেখায় ভক্তি দিয়ে,তার ভোগ-মহলের জ্বলছে প্রদীপ তোদের পুণ্য-ঘিয়ে।তোদের ফাঁকা ভক্তির ভণ্ডামিতে মহাদেব আজ ঘোড়ার ঘাসী। জাগো বঙ্গবাসী॥ তোরা সব শক্তিশালী বুকে নয়, মুখে খালি! বেড়ালকে বাছতে দিলি মাছের কাঁটা যে রে।তোরা পূজারীকে করিস পূজা পূজার ঠাকুর ছেড়ে। মার অসুর শোধরা সে ভুল, আদেশ দেন মা সর্বানাসী। 'জয় তারকেশ্বর' বলে পরবি রে নয় গলায় ফাঁসি। জাগো বঙ্গবাসী॥", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2933": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2933, "poem.id": 2933, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:13", "poem.title": "Eid Mobarak, Eid Mobarak", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2934": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2934, "poem.id": 2934, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:16", "poem.title": "Ore O Chad! Udoy Holi Kon Jochhna Dite!", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "ওরে ও চাঁদ ! উদয় হ'লি কোন্ জোছনা দিতে !দেয় অনেক বেশী আলো আমার নবীর পেশানীতে ||ওরে রবি ! আলোক দিস যত তুই দগ্ধ করিস্ তত, আমার নবী স্নিগ্ধ শীতল কোটি চাঁদের মত ;সে নাশ করেছে মনের আঁধার ঈষৎ হাসিতে ||ওরে আসমান ! তুই সুনীল হলি জানি কেমন ক'রে--- আমার নবীর কালো চোখের একটুকু নীল হ'রে |ওরে তারা ! তোরা জ্যোতি পেলি নবিজির চাউনিতে ||ওরে বসরা গোলাব ! অনেক বেশী খোশবু তোদের চেয়ে সেই ধূলিতে মোর নবিজি যেতেন যে-পথ বেয়ে | সেই বারতা ফুলকে শোনায় বুল্ বুলি সঙ্গীতে ||", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2935": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2935, "poem.id": 2935, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:19", "poem.title": "Ore O Doriyar Majhi! More Niye Ja Re Modina", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "ওরে ও দরিয়ার মাঝি! মোরে নিয়ে যা রে মদিনা |তুমি মুর্শীদ হ'য়ে পথ দেখাও ভাই আমি যে পথ চিনি না ||আমার প্রিয় হজরত্ সেথাই আছেন নাকি ঘুমিয়ে ভাইআমি প্রাণে যে আর বাঁচি না রে তাহারি পরশ বিনা | আমার হজরতের পরশ বিনা ||নদী নাকি নাই ও দেশে, নাও না চলে যদি,আমি চোখের সাঁতার-পানি দিয়ে বইয়ে দেব নদী |ঐ মদিনার ধূলি মেখেকাঁদব \"ইয়া মোহম্মদ\" ডেকে ডেকে,কেঁদেছিল কার্ বালাতে যেমন বিবি সকিনা ||", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2936": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2936, "poem.id": 2936, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:26", "poem.title": "Elo Eidl-Fetor Elo Eid", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "এল ঈদল-ফেতর এল ঈদ ঈদ ঈদ | সারা বছর যে ঈদের আশায় ছিল নাক' নিদ ||রোজা রাখার ফল ফ'লেছে দেখ রে ঈদের চাঁদ,সেহরী খেয়ে কাটল রোজা, আজ সেহেরা বাঁধ, ওরে বাঁধ আমামা বাঁধ | প্রেমাশ্রুতে ওজু ক'রে চল্ ঈদগাহ মসজিদ ||(আজ ) ছিটায় মনের গোলাব-পাশে খুশীর গোলাব-পানি(আজ ) খোদার ইস্কের খুশবু-ভরা প্রাণের আতর দানী |ভরল হৃদয়-তশ্ তরীতে শিরণী তৌহীদ ||( দেখ্ ) হজরতের হাসির ছটা ঈদের চাঁদে জাগে,সেই চাঁদেরই রং যেন আজ সবার বুকে লাগে,(এই ) দুনিয়াতেই মিটল্ ঈদে বেহেশ্ তী উমিদ ||", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "2937": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2937, "poem.id": 2937, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:32", "poem.title": "Ghor-Chhara Chhele Akasher Chad Ay Re", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30428": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30428, "poem.id": 30428, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:33", "poem.title": "Madinate Esechhe Soi Nobin Soudagor", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "মদিনাতে এসেছে সই নবীন সওদাগরসে হীরা জহরতের চেয়ে অধিক মনোহর ||সই, দেখতে তারে লাখো হাজার লোক ছুটছে পথেসে কোহিনূর মাণিক এনেছে কোহ-ই-তুর হ'তেসে কোরান-জাহাজ-বোঝাই করে এনেছে সোনার মোহর ||একবার যে কল্ মা প'ড়ে আল্লা বলে এসেতারে বিনিমূল্যে সল্ মা চুনি বিলিয়ে দেয় সে হেসে,দুলিয়ে সে দেয় নামাজ রোজার হীরের তাবিজ বুকের পর ||সে বেহেশ্ তের কুঞ্জি ল'য়ে ডাকে অহরহবলে ইমান্ এনে বেহেশ্ ত্ যাবার সোনার চাবি লহ,আমি প্রাণ দিয়েছি নজ্ রানা,সই দেখে তারে এক নজর ||", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30429": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30429, "poem.id": 30429, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:38", "poem.title": "Desh Priyo Nai", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30430": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30430, "poem.id": 30430, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:41", "poem.title": "Lokhmi Ma Tui Ay Go Uthe Sagor-Jole Sinan Kori", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "লক্ষ্মী মা তুই আয় গো উঠে সাগর-জলে সিনান করি' |হাতে ল'য়ে সোনার ঝাঁপি, সুধার পাত্রে সুধা ভরি' ||আন্ মা আবার আঁচলে তোর নবীন ধানের মঞ্জরী সে,টুনটুনিতে ধান খেয়েছে, খাজনা মাগো দিব কিসে |ডুবে গেছে সপ্ত-ডিঙা, রত্ন-বোঝাই সোনার তরী ||ক্ষিরোদ-সাগর-কন্যা যে তুই, খেতে দে ক্ষীর সর মা আবার,পান্তা লবণ পায় না ছেলে, রাজরাণী মা'র এ কোন্ বিচার ?কার কাছে মা নালিশ করি, অনন্ত শয়নে হরি ||তোরও কি মা ধর্ ল ঘুমে নারায়ণের ছোঁয়াচ লেগে,বর্গী এল দেশে মা গো, খোকারা তোর কাঁদে জেগে |তুই এসে তায় ঘুম পাড়া মা হাতে দিয়ে ঝিনুক কড়ি ||কোন্ দুখে তুই রইলি ভুলে বাপের বাড়ী অতল-তলে,ব্যথার সিন্ধু মন্থন শেষ, ভ'রল যে দেশ হলাহলে,অমৃত এনে সন্তানে বাঁচা, মা তোর পায়ে ধরি ||", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30431": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30431, "poem.id": 30431, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 17:59:48", "poem.title": "Sodeshi", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30432": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30432, "poem.id": 30432, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:00:13", "poem.title": "Hindu-Muslim Duti Vai", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30433": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30433, "poem.id": 30433, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:00:19", "poem.title": "Ei Desh Kar", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30434": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30434, "poem.id": 30434, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:00:22", "poem.title": "With The Late Monsoon's Light Clouds", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30435": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30435, "poem.id": 30435, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:00:24", "poem.title": "One Who Meditates On The Prophet", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "One who meditates on the prophet, Has met God in a secret encounter. One who is immersed in that name knows no sorrow All the world to him is a living presence.. The fortunate one who is borne by that flame's tide Has known the Koran and the Hadith in the twinkling of an eye. One whose mind is illuminated by my prophet, He does not think of paradise, nor is frightened by hell.[Amar Mohammader naame!; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30436": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30436, "poem.id": 30436, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 21:06:58", "poem.title": "My Boat", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "30437": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30437, "poem.id": 30437, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:01:38", "poem.title": "Offering", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30438": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30438, "poem.id": 30438, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:01:42", "poem.title": "Memories Of Liking", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30439": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30439, "poem.id": 30439, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:01:45", "poem.title": "Coward", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30440": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30440, "poem.id": 30440, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:01:52", "poem.title": "Faith And Hope", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30441": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30441, "poem.id": 30441, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:01:57", "poem.title": "Never Forget Me", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "You told me you'll never forget me, how did you then manage to forget?Someone says in the night's dream: earthly love does not last Like a flower it blooms and then it is gone.The craving helpless mind does not understand and gets entangled while rebuffed. However far-away you may be, the memory of your songs still haunts the mind.My eyes can see only when they are not filled with tears.[Original: Bolechile bhulibe no more; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30442": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30442, "poem.id": 30442, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:04", "poem.title": "By The Wood", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30443": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30443, "poem.id": 30443, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:28", "poem.title": "My Beauty", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30444": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30444, "poem.id": 30444, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:33", "poem.title": "The Nightingale Is Silent", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30445": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30445, "poem.id": 30445, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:38", "poem.title": "Ever Unafraid", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "I have received your help, O my Lord, and so ! am unafraid. Fear never comes near one who has God for his friend. No barriers stand on his path. If the meets any obstacle in his forward march a mighty torrent of strength rushes into his breast from above, and a brilliant sword sparkles in his hand, ready to wipe out all obstacles standing in his way.All those who do not believe, please listen to the story of my birth. A furious storm raged when I was born; the roof of our home was blown away by a gusty wind, and the doors were razed to the ground. The bugle of Israfil made its deafening sound again and again. At the moment of my birth the magic words 'Allahu Akbar' greeted my ears. At those words my cries ceased. Those sacred words reverberate in my veins to this day, they still thrill me, every moment of my life, whether I am asleep or awake. The tempest raging during my birth drove me later out of my home, and has since been leading me on to a million unknown destinations. Hundreds of hills, forests, seas and deserts have I traversed. Always I have heard the clarion call of the Azan, the call that had greeted my ears when I first saw the light of day. Poverty, pain, sorrow and sufferings galore have I met in my many sojourns, Yet I have always felt God's blessings, though unmerited, showered on me in measureless profusion.I have struggled against multitudinous odds, but I have never felt dismayed or frightened. I know my role which is that of a born soldier. Nothing could ever intimidate me and turn me back from my forward march. All my life I have been hearing in my waking hours as well as in my dreams a voice calling me and leading me on. I never looked back and stopped in my forward march. Responding to that inexorable call, drawn by a fathom!ess love, I always went forward. I always seemed to hear a loving voice murmur into my ears; 'Not here, not here, go further on, move forward, my dear.' All the rebels of this world were my friends, they always threw their doors open to take me in an eternal fugitive. But a strange sadness welled up in me. I missed some one badly. Was it God? Was that the fulfillment I always longed for? Or was that me, my very own self?A war raged between him and me; the good and the evil sometimes dragged me into an abysmal darkness. Sometimes, again, they ringed me in a halo brilliant light. Like a comet thrown out of its orbit I rush on at a terrific speed, and as I go along leave my track strewn with the bouquets of a million mistakes. How many sins did I commit in the past! But all those memories have been wiped out now from my mind. What is the good of worrying over what is dead and gone? Never did the past stop me in my forward march. My chariot has always moved ahead brushing aside all obstacles and barriers. No tilth or impurity can pollute the waters of a river whose current, thirsty for union with the sea, is alive and flowing.My son died, and I found myself prostrated with grief. The first shock of losing one's child was too much for me. But strangely enough the radiance of the moon brought for me at that very hour an overpowering fragrance of the hasnuhena, and I ceased to grieve for my dead son. My mind became filled with that fragrance. And this surprised my friends. They exclaimed in wonder, 'Is he a father, or a clod of stone ?' Well, he who goes away from me is lost to me forever. Only he who rushes along with me, keeping pace with my tempestuous speed, remains my friend and companion. My soul pines forever and bewails,'It is getting late, the time is almost come to meet my Fate face to face.' Drawn by the current of great love I rush forward, and, then, all on a sudden I feel a mighty backward pull from behind. Is that Satan? Is that the monster of ignorance? I do not know. From where I know not a horde of troubles, mischiefs and anguish pours forth and engulfs me.Fear of death does not unnerve me. I am a born soldier, I know. No barriers can stop my onward march. No obstacles can make me surrender and accept defeat. My lord is the most coveted and the most powerful. Which ignoble devil from what murky Hell dare stand before my path and hinder my forward march? Suddenly I seem to see a great bow of light appearing in the wide blue sky before me;I feel like an arrow attached to that bow. The devil seems to pull the string tight, bent on hurling me into some dark abysmal cavern. But the mighty strength of God moves in from somewhere, and a wild storm that had visited me at the hour of my birth comes again to keep me company. Shouting the magic words 'Allahu Akbar. I pull at the taut strings of the bow with all my strength. I kick at the devil's head and let go my arrow which seems to touch the edges of my Lord's throne. And what a miracle it is!Where has the devil gone? There is only my Lord and unspeakable bliss! None can describe the nature of that unearthly joy,Only, he who has tasted it knows what it is.I am the soldier of God, I know no barriers, I know no decay. With God's flaming sword in hand I rush through all obstacles and go my way. The storm is my constant companion, I am the tempestuous rebel wind, the holy war of truth and fiery revolution are the eternal burdens of my song. I always obliterate with savage anger age-old superstitions and prejudices. With a mad fury I burn all dead debris. Nothing can stop my onward march. No stars or planets or sky, no fetters or prison-houses can contain or hold me back. The Eternal, the All-complete, the All-Embracing oversoul calls me all the time. And so I am unconquerable, I am deathless, I am ever unafraid. [Original: Chiro nirbhoy; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30446": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30446, "poem.id": 30446, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:40", "poem.title": "The Eternal Child", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30447": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30447, "poem.id": 30447, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:46", "poem.title": "Robbers And Dacoits", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Who calls you a dacoit, friend, Who calls you a robber? All around dacoits reign today, And thieves prosper.Who is judging the robbers and the dacoits? Who is the lord of justice? Ask him, friend, who is not a dacoit today, Who is not a robber chief.My lord, raise your mace of justice and punish Those wealthy and the rich who thrived Robbing the humble poor and the deprive. Today the greater the robber, the bigger the thief and the cleverer the cheat The more honourable, the more distinguished and the more dignified his seat In the assembly of nations. All around Bricks red with the blood of the subjects Go to raise the king's palaces And the factories of the gangster-rich flourish Rendering thousands homeless. The cunning devils start mills Where men are ground to pieces, Where from hungry millions emerge, Sucked dry like sugarcane, Bereft of their juices.Squeezing out the life blood of millions of men The mill owners amass vast wealth in their hidden den. The money lenders grow rich Robbing the helpless, And the Zamindars on joy rides go Rendering the weak homeless. The greedy merchants in this earth Have built a house of prostitution of wealth There the vice Saki dances and drinks The gold demon's health. Losing health, food, life, hope, language and all Bankrupt man is heading to a terrible fall. There is no way of escape The gold-hungry monsters have dug Deep invincible moats all around, The world today is a prison sound With cruel gangsters working as sentinel. Thieves are friends here Cheats are comrades dear.Who calls you a dacoit, dear friend? Who calls you a robber? You may have stolen money or goods, But you have not dug a dagger In some one's tender-heart. You may be thieves all right But not inhuman like the so-called great You can turn Valmikis yet When true men you meet You who are the Ratnakars.[Original: Chor-Dakaat; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30448": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30448, "poem.id": 30448, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:52", "poem.title": "The Red Torch Of Islam", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Lit around, far and near, The crimson Torch of Islami light Once again! O Thou heedless ! Thou too rise And light thy lamp of soul Once again! Under the guidance great Of Mustafa Kamal; the Brave Fighter of Freedom for the land, Turkey has risen again. With the crimson crown of glory On its head replaced! Stepping in tune With Reza Pahlavi's step Even the barren Iran has risen From its sleep prostrate! Forgetting slavery, Up is Egypt from sleep Under Zughlul's lead, Mad with life's zest! Forgetting the shame and pain Of the unpleasant recollection, Awake in Hijaz, Ibn-i-Saud, the Nejdi Arab! Under Amanullah's touch, in Kabul, Has appeared a new AI-Mahmood! Having saved from death decadent Morocco. Karim, the Kamal of the Riffs, Has chosen to embrace The rigours of prison, once again! [end of page 513] In Greater Iraq, up from sleep, Is Faisal, the new Harunur-Rasheed ! Awake is Bait-ul-Muqaddas, and see How Syria discards its sleep! Only the heedless Muslims of Hind. Hundred millions indeed. Refuse to give up their sleep! Like Companions of the Cave. We have been sleeping for centuries. Bragging and dreaming How in the dim distant past Some one amongst us Had the privilege of ruling! If we rise, the world must shake And tremble at our feet. In terror dazed![Original in Bangla: Dike dike puno joliya utthiche; Translation: Mizanur Rahman]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30449": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30449, "poem.id": 30449, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:56", "poem.title": "What Sweet Wine Is This", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Oh Arabian wine-girl what sweet wine is this!I am fully intoxicated and my eyes get red.With the wine of faith everyone cries, 'Go on drinking.'All the world rushes hither with no exception.Your conference is held in remote Mecca and Medina.All the world rushes hither with no exception.Your conference is held in remote Mecca and Medina.On the night of shab-e-qadr is sung the 'ghazal' of Koran.Men women kings and beggars behold your beauty and get restless.Whatever they carried they lay at your holy feet.Your messenger ran to all corners of the world.Your triumphant message got written every where.So all came to join the meeting of the faithful.A thousand 'Belals' gave the melodious call of 'Azan.'[Original: E kon modhur sharab dile; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30450": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30450, "poem.id": 30450, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:02:58", "poem.title": "Fateha-I-Doazdaham [the Passing Away]", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30451": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30451, "poem.id": 30451, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:02", "poem.title": "Come With Hari", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30452": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30452, "poem.id": 30452, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:07", "poem.title": "My Songs", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "My songs like wounded birds, faIl At thy feet, O darling. Pick up all Those bleeding birds in your breast Tenderly and let them meet their eternal rest At thy bosom, a death beautiful and serene. Borne on the wings of music they were seen Flying in the sky when the arrow of thine eyes Pierced them: And with their dying notes there did arise A new flood tide of songs, O my hunter Thou brought for me a taste of nectar Shrouded in death's melancholy.[Original in Bangla: Gaan-guli mor; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30453": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30453, "poem.id": 30453, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:10", "poem.title": "Proclamation", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Come forward, holding hands with each other, doesn't matter that you carry no weapons.Unite - automatically you'll amass the strength of Zulfiquar.Bring Ali's courage, Hossain's sacrifice, Omar's diligence to work. Like Khalid, shatter into pieces all inequalities.In Islam there's no 'great' and 'insignificant,' rich and poor. Mercilessly, wipe out all such discriminations. Islam didn't come into this world to produce servants and servitude; some starve to death in hunger while others have an abundance of food. Islam has not tolerated such injustices - will not tolerate it today![Original: Ghoshona; Translation: Sajed Kamal]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30454": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30454, "poem.id": 30454, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:12", "poem.title": "My Song-Bird Is Tired", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "My song-bird is tired and deep in slumber The evening's fallen flowers have a piteous look. The morning flowers sprang while it sang until silenced by a hunter's arrow, The evening-queen loosens her hair and wails in the forest's lap. Alas the shrub will carry no promise of flowering from tomorrow, Someone's sigh heaves among leaves.The song-bird has flown, empty is the cage My voice is no longer so fluent of speech No one will approach this mirage-light even after getting lost.[Original: Ghumiye geche shranto hoye; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30455": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30455, "poem.id": 30455, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:18", "poem.title": "Pain Of The Poor", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30456": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30456, "poem.id": 30456, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:23", "poem.title": "Hey, Lovers Of Medinites", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Hey! Lovers of medinites, hold my hands! In the Jalwad canal, my heart was slain and my friend betrayed me Family life laughs at me and cal1s me a wanderer Hey! Lovers of medinites, hold my hands! Lonely night becomes dawn, crying, No peace in my heart, cries my mind Hey! Lovers of medinites, hold my hands! No mate to soothe my sorrows Forgetting you, floating along the shore Help me cross over to the land Hey! Lovers of medinites, hold my hands![Original: Hey Modinabashi; Translation: Kashfia Billah]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30457": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30457, "poem.id": 30457, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:27", "poem.title": "With Islam As The Merchandise", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "With Islam as the merchandize Has come the Merchant new!O Ye ill-starred and sinners!Come, And make your marketings anew!All your life you have merely lpst Now is the time for you to take the stock He gives away Heavenly gifts For a mere song. No profit he seeks!The Quran's Ship is full of diamondsPearls, emeralds and precious stones! Take these away, as you will, And all your abodes you fill.For kalima's trifle, this merchant gives Shafaat's precious gifts Worth the stocks of seven kings! Take them quick, whosoever wills!On the Market of Resurrection, those of you Who would a gainful bargain make; Should be this merchant's Customers, And his seal of Shafaat take!From Allah's Arsh he surely strayed Into the city of Madina on earth. Muhammad is his blessed name, And his stock-in-trade: Allah the Great![Original in Bangla: Islamer-i sauda loye; Translation: Mizanur Rahman]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30458": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30458, "poem.id": 30458, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:30", "poem.title": "Come On Quick Go To Madina", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30459": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30459, "poem.id": 30459, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:37", "poem.title": "The Muslims No Longer Rise", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30460": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30460, "poem.id": 30460, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:41", "poem.title": "Help Me Do The Crossing", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Help me do the crossing, Oh Lord of the Universe. The boat is rocking on the waves of pity; endless is the crossing.My boat is battered and there is no oarsman and the hope is remote to get to the shore.If you spurn me because I am helpless, whom shall I rely on. In this unfeeling world those who were my companionsHave one after the other left me as this night of darkness approached. You be my pole star and lit up the immense darkness.Without your kindness, you universal friend, I can't make the crossing.[Original: Jagoter nath, karo par; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30461": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30461, "poem.id": 30461, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:47", "poem.title": "The Eons In Waiting", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30462": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30462, "poem.id": 30462, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:03:52", "poem.title": "Why Did You Wake My Dear", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Why did you wake me my dear if you'll abandon me. The blossoming flower will unnecessarily dry up, I was asleep alone in the wood, the wood flower My girlish mind was content folded up, Why did you stir it with a woman's desires. Oh my darling; Why did you allow the wind and sky to bruise my heart.[Original: Keno ghum bhangale priyo; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30463": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30463, "poem.id": 30463, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:16", "poem.title": "Life (Keu Bhole Na Keu Bhole)", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30464": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30464, "poem.id": 30464, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:19", "poem.title": "The More You Elude Me", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "The more you elude me, oh my lord, the more intense in my craving for you.Whenever you hide from me I look for you frantically.You conceal yourself in variety of colourful guisesStill my restless mind, I don't know why, pursues you tirelessly.Why did you give me so much capacity for love if you decreed me tearsWhen will this exhausting game of hide and seek come to an end? I can no longer endure thee vain comings and goings, such long waiting.I weep so much that, I have no tears left.[Original: Joto nahi pai devta; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30465": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30465, "poem.id": 30465, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:21", "poem.title": "Who Walked Out", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "O friend passer-by I wake up forlorn, longing to meet my friend from other land. On flower-bed I go out of my hearts longing to meet him who walked out.[Original: Pathik-bodhu; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30466": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30466, "poem.id": 30466, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:26", "poem.title": "For The Poets Of The Future", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30467": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30467, "poem.id": 30467, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:30", "poem.title": "The River Is Anjana", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "The name of the river is Anjana, on its bank dances Khanjana! Not a bird but his black eyes dance - I will not go to Anajna to fetch water anymore Those dark eyes will not leave me alone The other day I went to pick some ripe greens, my friend But could not finish picking as I remembered those attracting eyes Pain fil1ed up down to the bottom of my heart On my way home, I saw the dark greens on the river bank I remembered again his dark eyes; Tears mingled with the river water.[Original: Nodir naam shoi Anjana; Translation: Kashfia Billah]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30468": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30468, "poem.id": 30468, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:36", "poem.title": "Song Of The Peasant", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Arise, O tiller of the soil, Hold the plough in your iron grip. Since we are all going to die Let us die a glorious death. We had our fields green with paddy Our country, once upon a time, was full of laughter But the robbers from the shopkeepers' nation have plundered us bare Today our misery is endless indeed. They are plucking out the golden hairs from my mother's headIn a million hands, the brutes. My mother's tears today are mingling With the salty waters of the seven seas, And are making it saltier still. Comrade we were very happy then, We were the heart and soul of the country. There was then song in our lips and paddy in our granary But where has the song fled today and where the peasant? Comrade, our blood has gone today To fill the bottles of their drink. Today the rich, the greedy merchant and the profiteer have surrounded us, And are sucking our blood like leeches. They are robbing us of the food from our plates, They are playing with the clothes snatched off From the body of our chaste maidens. Our babies are dying in our arms, today, Comrade, And we are powerless to resist. We are the true children of the soil, green as the young grass, Rama, the enemy of Ravana, is lying hidden in Our beauty, And Sita is none other than the harvest we reap at the point of our plough. Yet today Ravana is robbing us of Sita, the paddy of our fields. Comrade, we are martyrs sacrificing our lives In the Mecca of our fields. The harvest reaped of our blood Is being robbed by the Satan. Where can we go, Comrade? Fire awaits us at home And a raging storm outside. Today the gang of Yazid has surrounded us Killing us mercilessly. Arise today, O tiller of the soil, When we have lost all, what else is there to fear? By the strength of hunger We shall conquer the world of joy. Today, Comrade, we shall make the robber-king bow down and yield. Let the civilized world watch in wonder The power of us, we, the tillers of the soil.[Original: Krishaner Gaan; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30469": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30469, "poem.id": 30469, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:40", "poem.title": "Dearest, Don'T Say You Have To Go!", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30470": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30470, "poem.id": 30470, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:42", "poem.title": "Mohammad Is The Apple Of My Eye", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Mohammad is the apple of my eye, Mohammad is my rosary. My thirst with that name quench I, It is my divine cup of honey. That name I wear on my heart like a light. Round my neck I carry it making darkness bright, In the Medina of my heart I hear that name night and day. It plays a glorious part. It keeps me ever happy and gay. In it lie the tears of my eyes, In it I find the solace of my sighs, of that name I can always sing No Heaven shall I seek nor any other thing.[Original: Mohammad mor noyon moni; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30471": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30471, "poem.id": 30471, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:47", "poem.title": "Why?", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Why must a thornThe flower adorn? Why is a lotus bornWith the prick of a thorn? Why in these eyesMust sorrowful tears lie? Why must we have hearts When love departs? Why instead of rainThe lightning's hound.The swallows beckonedInto the shadow of the cloud? If the buds-appear,Why must flowers wither; Why the tinsel of calumnyThe brow of moon must wear? Thy the yearning for beauty mustWeep, entrapped in lust? Would the cheekSans black moleLook bleak? In this thorny bower,Oh poet paint your rosy picture.Your abode liesIn the tears of your eyes.", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30472": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30472, "poem.id": 30472, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:53", "poem.title": "Come My Wayfarer Friend", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30473": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30473, "poem.id": 30473, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:04:58", "poem.title": "Where Was I", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "O Mother, Can you tell me mother, where was I? From which unknown land did I come to your lap? Before I became yours, did you stare at the moon and ask Is that my child who left home? Did you tell the evening star Come down to me, You will look even prettier on my lap? When you went bathing in the Lotus pond Did you see my reflection on the flower? Did you burst into tears? When tide came and filled the river Did I jump to your bosom without anyone knowing? Did I come as splashing wave bringing love? During the storm, did you think there goes my restless boy? But he sure will be a good boy when he becomes mine.As you would carry the lamp to the 'Tulshi' alter It would be flickering to blow off You would try to protect the flame with your sari Would the goddess tell you by playing flute The smile of your boy will light up your life? Would the god tell you that in return to your devotion I will come to you as your baby boy And will be yours forever? I don't understand, mother Why do I feel so restless! As if the sky, the wind, the world around They all call upon me and tell me Just the other day you were mine, you were on my lap The cloud, the lightning and thunder, they all call my name The sky says, I bow down just to touch you Just the other day you were a bird Flying high in the blue sky The wind gently caresses my cheek and tells me You are mine, come to my bosom I search for you in scattered flower As I turn off the lamp and see you I wonder, is this my restless boy? The flame tells me I look for you from room to room, becoming a lantern Wherever I see a little boy, I think that is my boyAs the river calls me I jump into the river The waves cuddle me with gentle caresses and talks to me The sky, the open field, the entire world Call upon me to jump into their bosom from beyond the sky As if the entire world is my mother's lap The entire world sways me on its lap with loveO mother, as the bird flies high into the blue sky The next moment it wants to return to its nest Just like that I wonder around the world in my dream Then I realize, mother, I love you the most Your love surrounds the entire world You make me dance, you make me play on your lapTell me mother; tell me that my dream is true O mother, why are you then crying?", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30474": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30474, "poem.id": 30474, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:05:23", "poem.title": "The Martyr's Eid", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "The martyr's Eid has come today.On the martyr's head rests his blood-stained cap.In the name of God he begs of us all; Make your offerings of God who is more dear to you than your most precious jewellery. I want no false pearls, no cheap trickery I want no cow, no lamb, no camel.What, after all, do such gifts mean? They are petty and false. I want true Korbani, I do not want any hypocritical offerings.What is needed to uphold Islam's prestige is your life and the life of your son.Can you offer these? Is there anywhere a true Muslim? You cheat, you swindler,do not shame yourself any more.Do you want to acquire virtue by offering cows as bribes? Even if you somehow manageto cross the Pulserat with your cowswhat answer will you giveto your prophet Mohammad? When he will ask you, O unfaithful, what have you done for Islam? Letting Islam go to hell you have come to heaven yourself! O demon, greedy for false sanctity, utterly selfish to the core! Don't let me ever see your face.I blush at your shameless conduct. You help cows to cross the bridge to Heavenwhile your own children you lead to Hellfire.Through false affection you send your sons to Hell. Your sacrifice goats and cows and make them blessed.They go to Heaven while you bemoan your cursed fate! One who saves only his own skin is not a true Muslim. He is a cheat, a terrible hypocrite.Islam says, Let us all be saved,. Live and let live! Sacrifice for God your life and soul and all your riches, earn truly and honestly the blessing of heaven! Heaven has no room for selfishness. Allowing Islam to go to the dogsYou boast that you are a Muslim! Truly you are Godless, a hypocrite.You lick the boots of those . who butcher-Islam, You are nothing but their vile slaves.Your fasts and your prayers are all soulless shows.With not an ounce of sacrifice You only masquerade as Godfearing men.Money and wealth you can amass with great diligence,but when you are asked to make a sacrifice you cringe and look paleWhat price your prayers then? You have gorged your food like pigs, You have grown fat, ugly and stupid.Now, please, offer yourselves as sacrifice,only thus can Islam and you be saved.Only through your sacrificecan Islam break the shackles of its bondageand rise up glorious and free.This is the song that Kemal Pasha sings! Carefully shielding your childrenYou look longingly at Paradise.You think you will smoothly cross the bridge to Heaven,because you have sacrificed one full cow for seven men.You think that that is enough.You think that that will take care of all your sins! You treacherous rogue! Don't you know that God is all-powerful,that He sees through all your machinations? You fool, do you want to trick God with your false trappings? On the Day of Judgement will you meet your final humiliation! Islam is about to sink.A dark cloud engulfs it today.Come, like Ibrahim.sacrifice againwhat you hold dearest to your heart. Let your sons be zabihullah, let everything go overboard, only hold fast to truth.Let all mothers be like mother Hajera of old! It was only in his dreamthat Ibrahim heard God's command to offer a sacrifice to Him; while you are now witnessing in broad daylightIslam's pitiable plight.God is testing you today.He has laid a wager with His friend. As long as you are a flock of stupid sheep,as long as you remain a slave nation, timid and weak, .please offer no animal to God as sacrifice.That will go in vain,and you will remain viler than the beasts you kill. Rather put to death the beasts that lurk in your heart.It will give a respite to the animals,and will be a noble deed on your part.How can a butcher talk of holy sacrifice? The Eid is not for the likes of us,It is for those valiant sons who are themselves valiant martyrs.Please offer animals as sacrificeonly when you are again free and independent,only when Islam will be once more free of all tyranny and oppression.Let all the blood spilled at the time of Korbani rise like a flame and burn all tyrants to cinders, leaving not the slightest trace! Ameen, Rabbul Alameen! Ameen, Rabbul Alameen! ! [Original: Shohidi Eid; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30475": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30475, "poem.id": 30475, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:05:27", "poem.title": "The More I Take Muhammad's Name", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "The more I take Muhammad's name The sweeter it seems to me. Who knew before that in this name So much of honey could be! For the honey of this very name, The bee of my mind doth hum and flirt And for the love of this very name, I have lost my hunger and thirst! Dearest to me is this name, Which, like Majnun, I take: And the nightingale sings In the rose-bower of my soul For this name's sake! For this very name I roam And wend my way in life: For this very name I do discard Even the kingly throne! May this name, a God! This blessed name My mind perpetually pervade!", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30476": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30476, "poem.id": 30476, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:05:32", "poem.title": "Rider", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Diving in the eastern sea there rises the golden sun; nightly tears rolled down and bloomed into flowers, too.You are a ride you must go and stand deepest pains- so the sand-garland of wedding night you tore 'as you woke up.[Original: Pub shagore dub diye; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30477": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30477, "poem.id": 30477, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:05:55", "poem.title": "The Moon Descended", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "The moon descended from your sky' to play in sea-water, the embankment is erected lest it does not flee, far and near, No more to sleep, no more; the thief moved around and broke the doors; now take the thief captive under your arms, shedding tears to your heart's content.[Original: Shagor jole khelte elo; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30478": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30478, "poem.id": 30478, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:05:58", "poem.title": "Cruel Game", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30479": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30479, "poem.id": 30479, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:06:05", "poem.title": "Song Of The Worker", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "O travellers on the road of destruction, Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. We created in the joy of your arms. We shall now destroy at the pleasure of our feet. Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. Comrade, our strength melts the rocks into soft snows, It makes the desert blossom forth into golden crops. We fist out honey from the ocean's womb, And yet do not get a dropp for ourselves to drink. Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. We are mere coolies working at the machines In these terrible times. We are rnere dupes and fools To discover the diamond and to make a gift of it To the king, to adorn his crown. Today we are only black coolies, Mere scum, who blacken ourselves with the disgrace Of the whole mankind. Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. We dig into the bowels of the earth, We are the miners who snatch and bring out The jewel from the head of the snake, Only the rich, richer still to make. Today let the robbed snake Rear its angry head in mighty vengeance and strike. Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. In the lap of luxury lie kings and ministers Drinking in the life-blood of peasants and workers And yet we work ourselves to death To support these tyrants. Come, you workers of the world, Let us trample our these useless lords Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel Sing in unison and advance. Gathering strength from us Row after row of ships glide across the seven seas, And yet we all our life struggle in knee-deep water Trying to swim across our sea of worries. Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. Thanks to us that today The king's soldiers and his armoured cars Travel six months distance in six days.Thanks to us That the gluttonous rich fly in the sky today in aeroplanes. Comrade, we build palaces for others And spend our lives on the dusty roads. They ride on our shoulders Roaming about merrily for diverse pleasures. We are like cows carrying call-loads of sugar Our job is to transport, not to taste or clamour. Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. We are the dirty children of our mother earth, We work in the mines, And make it possible for the world to sparkle.Today the same fire from the dirty miners Will make the world burn to cinders. Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. When the work is over We are but coolies and sailors. And yet when the boat is slink We alone come to pull it out of the mine. We give everything like the sacrificial cow Only to find ourselves neglected now. Whatever we had we gave Let us now make a stand And face the tyrant in a mighty band. Let the fighting arena resound again With the battle call Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance. Switch off the machine-light, the Satan's eye. Come along, O Comrade, and keep your weapon high. The light of anarchy is in front Come along, O you who want to bathe in the sea of light We shall board the ship of darkness tonight, Comrade, Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel, Sing in unison and advance.[Original: Sramiker Gaan; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30480": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30480, "poem.id": 30480, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:06:08", "poem.title": "Like A Lost Bird", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "At the end of the rolIing road, my dearest, I await alone; Rolling in the dust of the path you have traveled. The way you have walked on the bright ground of the mountains I wish you could rub your feet on my breast making me forget my pain I do not desire anything, no slumber in my eyes; Wandering aimlessly in the street, the neighborhood laughs at me. I cannot go to the pond, how have you enchanted me! In the black water of the pond, I see your black beauty You have scandalized me and left me alone![Original: Pothhara Pakhi; Translation: Kashfia Billah]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30481": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30481, "poem.id": 30481, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:06:11", "poem.title": "Lonely In My Floral Chariot", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "O my friend, you walked on your thorny path smiling, seeing me lonely in my floral chariot, crying. O the friend passer-by, if you took me to your path, I would have covered all the thorns under my breast. Now I cry in my gay chariot longing to become your friend in distress.[Original: Tumi heshe chole gele; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30482": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30482, "poem.id": 30482, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:06:18", "poem.title": "You Are My Half Moon", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30483": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30483, "poem.id": 30483, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:06:22", "poem.title": "Rise Up, O Farmer!", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "O farmer, where is tile smile of your face? Where is' your shepherd's bamboo flute'! Where is your jute? Who plunders it from your stock on riverside? Who robs you of huge golden paddy grown in your fields? The empty corn-bin in your courtyard resembles a husband-less daughterlamenting in her father's home.Your rural fields present winter-crops as though painted, - why does your son ask for salt and green chilies while eating? It seems that the government has taxed on your curry too. Have your sugar-canes been sweetened by the juice of your tears? Who have drunk milk exploiting your cow? Alas, your milk pot docs not hold even the starch of boiled rice.Your younger child with high fever is healed up, since he is sleeping in tile graveyard. And he seems to drag her elder sister towards the grave, too. The girl is calling him deliriously. Mother replaces milk will oyster, father weeps on his way to field burying his son; around him tile fields are full of paddy and the sky is full of delight. It seems that today's horizon is red by sucking' a farmer's blood. Fields overflow with paddy, markets with goods, the wharps with jute-loaded boats.Who eats away tile crops of your field,-who are those swarm of locusts? Why are you so destitute in this realm of merrymaking? Why does the son of your home go to the grave? Your cattle grazes in the vast pastures, but you get no milk, O farmer, your hopes of living have gone away long before, how do you stand lamentations beside a tomb? Can't you wake up the burning of thunder in your arid bones? How long shall you see with eyes wide open the theft by burglars? Don't you possess a bamboo-stick even? You may have no blood in your body, yet we want all your bones. The plunderer robbing you of your boiled rice day and night has ascended to affluency sucking your blood.Your bone shall cause the bones of those plunderers decay, and your rib-bones will turn into war swords. Allah, the Benevolent, gives water to your fields, energy to your wind to bloom flowers, sun and moon rise up to grow your crops, - would those gifts of Allah again be plundered by that demon? Though the sky is all clear, there is no hope. Though Khuda's mercy comes in torrents, you don't reach it. So raise up your hands straight, that would give you instant strength. Your crops shall fill your granary, and God shall bless you. [Original: Otth re chashi; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30484": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30484, "poem.id": 30484, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:06:26", "poem.title": "The Necklace", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30485": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30485, "poem.id": 30485, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:06:31", "poem.title": "Make Islam Strong, O God!", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Make Islam strong, O God,let the Muslim world again prosper. Give it back its sultanate of old, its ancient prowess and generous soul.Once again bless Islam with heroic Ali's sharp-edged Zulfiquar, give it back its old Caliphs and hashmat, its glorious Medina and Baghdad.Bless it with Hamza and the mighty Walid,give it back its Omar and its Harun-a!-Rashid, bless it again with a noble Salahuddin, let once more a holy war be waged against this sinful world.Give Islam again its Roomi and Saadi and Hafiz, once more bless it with Khayyam and Tabriz, give it again its Akbar and its Shahjehan,bless it again with that dream in white marble, the Tajmahal!Give it a sense of fellow-feeling and unity, its spirit of self-sacrifice and heroic mind,let the Muslims of the world form a single community, let its crescent-bedecked flag fly once again in the sky.[Original: Taufiq dao khoda islame; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30486": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30486, "poem.id": 30486, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 21:07:01", "poem.title": "My Prophet Mohammad", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "30487": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30487, "poem.id": 30487, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:07:24", "poem.title": "Purer Than Pure Gold", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "O brother, purer than pure gold Is the soil of my land. Her soil and water Her fruits and flowers Quench our thirst and hunger. as we drink from her milk-pot To have the blessings of this Mother Taking leftovers from her temples Pilgrims are gratified, coming from various castes. O brother prostrating on the dust of this land Jewels fall down and welter, O brother slumber of all in the world Is broken by the touch of her magic stick. Coating this soil and this mud Learning from this land's good conduct the whole world became civilized all the wayO brother this ascetic in every land Put on the light out of love,Mother wakes up alone through the dark night Watching from the post of crematorium.", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30488": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30488, "poem.id": 30488, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:07:26", "poem.title": "The Bird-Hunter's Song", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "Who is that who looks askance at me?Is it a look of fear, diffidence or tenderness?She smiles at me holding the aerial roots of the banyan,Or floating her water vessel in the pond.As she watches me bird-huntingHer eyes fill with tears like a pair of mussel-shells brimmed with water from a kohl-dark lake.The water lilies tremble in the clasp of her palm.She knits her brows and chides me --Is it fear, diffidence or tenderness?Reclining her relaxed body, she arranges her tress,Tucks at the waist the end of her dress;She cracks her fingers and drags her feet, oh, how she drags her feet!At times she dives in the water, at times she swims about,For dallying at the ghat, she finds all the excuse.She wants me to believe that she is waiting for someone else.Is it in fear, diffidence or tenderness?[Translated from the Bangla by Farida Majid]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30489": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30489, "poem.id": 30489, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:07:31", "poem.title": "Come, O Guide Of The Age", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30490": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30490, "poem.id": 30490, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:07:38", "poem.title": "You Blessed Child Are Playing", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "You Blessed Child are playing with this universe absent-mindedly.Creation and destruction are the objects of your solitary sport.In empty space you are absorbed in a miracle-playNow you are creating, now destroying.Oh you indifferent one, stars, sun and moon are you toysThey lie scattered at your luminous feet in profusion.You are always, oh liberal one, unruffled by pain or joy.You laugh and play intent on your own design.[Original: Khelicho e bishwa loye; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30491": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30491, "poem.id": 30491, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:07:40", "poem.title": "The Ferry Boat", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "Behold! Pilgrims come at night To board the ferry boat, What's it that roars like thunder bolt? Or is it the trumpet of universal doom? And the storms and tempests deepen in the horizon! See in the sea of sin dance high waves! The terrible Night of death awful naked! The demon swallows the universe outright In fear tremble the helpless sinners of the boat.Enveloped in darkness pitch dark 'Qiyamat' night, Hopeless to cross the sea are drowned the passengers, With sudden violence the rolling clouds roar, And terrible lightnings appear, And the Night trembes with trumpet sound! Across such tempestuous sea In cataclysmic dance, Whose boat is it that fearlessly plugs the waves- In defiance of the thundering noise of the sea, And the threatening trumpet sound of Doom.Lo! Innocent are these pilgrims Of the path of virtue. Pure is their heart, well-protected With the armor of truth They are not frightened Even by the fall of a thunderbolt; Ahmad (Peace be upon him) is the Boatman, And the Boat is replete with all requirements. Abu Bakr, Usman, Umar, Ali Haider, Are the crew of this Boat. So, the passengers need not fear! The Boatman and his companions Are all expert hands, And 'Allah has no partner' Is the burden of their songs! On the admiral-staff is unfurled The sail of salvation, From Paradise strew heaps of flowers the flowery Huries. O pilgrims for the other shore! Sing loudly your 'Sari'- songs With your heads down with humility, And eyes full of a soft and serene expression Of love and benignity. Vain and futile are the threats Of the sea-in-anger, And howling tempests, Behold the Pilgrims of Truth Are safe on the other shore! [Original: Kheya Parer Toroni; Translation: Abdul Hakim]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30492": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30492, "poem.id": 30492, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:07:47", "poem.title": "Eid Mobarak", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30493": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30493, "poem.id": 30493, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:09", "poem.title": "God Is My Most Dearly Beloved!", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "God is my most dearly beloved. He is never far from me, always He holds me in His embrace. He is the handsomest and the most beautiful, my supreme Lord. Sometimes I call him my master and lie at His feet in deep humility. At other times I lose myself in His love and shower my tear-washed kisses on Him. The kisses I bestow on Him fly toward an unknown destination, and then returning from the seven heavens they gather again in my breast. It is according to His wishes that I speak of myself as His eternal slave, and yet, though a slave, how I joke and laugh with Him! I know not the nature of His beauty, I only feel His enchanting touch. Oh, how can I dream of seeing Him with these two eyes of mine! But can't a blind wife feel the loving touch of her husband and be thrilled? I know that I shall see my Master when the veil of darkness will lift from my eyes. How can I say if I am frightened of Him or not? The limits of His creation are beyond the reach of my knowledge. I am afraid of Him during the day, but at night all tear deserts me. And then in those dark mysterious hours what things we say to each other! Some or that I understand, some I don't, only tears flood my eyes. Forgetting all speech I long to hold Him tight in my embrace. I know not where one could find such a love as this. Why, does the skylark know whence comes the rain water to quench his thirst? No loving couple has ever tasted such a love as this! Only the truly beloved of God knows it. Sometimes I play with Him, but sometimes I see Him going away from me leaving me behind, and then my sorrow knows no bounds. Hurt and pained, I destroy the peasant bower I built.Tears well up in my eyes, the pang of separation overwhelms me, and my days and nights grow dull, lifelessness and heavy. And then I suddenly discover with a start that the friend of my days and the lover of my nights lies, quietly smiling, deeply entrenched in my tear-drenched breast.With my eyes swimming in tears I cry; 'You are so noble, so great, and yet you come to me! What if the learned theologians slander You? You are ever holy and sacred,. You are my most dearly beloved. Why should you Jove one so and invite all these vile attacks? ' You quietly smile and say. 'One who is touched by the magic of my love is changed in a moment and turned into pure gold. All his past is wiped out and he becomes a new man. And yet his detractors slander him and grow green with envy! ' 'Does he lament and pine away and weep? ' ask the learned theologians.My love replies, 'I have seen tears in his eyes, I have heard his tear-soaked message in the darkness of the night The sorrows of his beloved have brought a storm in his sky,' I wonder and say; 'You are so kind, so beautiful; why, then, is there such a barren desert in the hearts of men? 'My Lord answers, 'They do not want to make friends with me. They avoid me. they turn their backs on me. and that brings on them all their sufferings. Like a beggar I stand all the time at their door. I plead not to be shut out but to be taken in, and yet they turn a deaf ear to my entreaties. They think that I am cruel, and thought I provide them with shelter it is they who shut me out. They look upon me as a stranger, they fear me, and in turn they themselves grow timid and cowardly. I gladly take him into my arms whoever wants to befriend me. Who is a better friend of man than me'? AIl the sins, curses and black stains dropp off from one who is touched by my love. and then he is no longer judged by me. All creatures can be my beloved if they only want me, and then they can find their fulfillment.'I look about me and see His love in the moonlight that falls on this earth. I see His love wrapped about the length and breadth of the sprawling blue sky. It is His love that makes me so an anxious to make Him my own. It is His love that makes me love this world of ours with such great affection. Eternally beautiful. eternally full of grace, He begs us all the time to make ourselves as beautiful as He. But on this beautiful creation of His falls the shadow of the evil. That raises all the problems and Shuts Him off from our vision. We strive and work for our own petty gains and like fools, run away from tile task allotted to us by Him in His infinite wisdom. We are like ignorant children, and so He wants us to act according to His instructions. All His directives He has clearly laid down in His Holy Book, but we pay no heed to them. Drunk with pride we go our way and blunder and languish and wither away. Those who do not follow the path shown by Him exchange nectar for poison and then complain for ever. No one who begged His kindness ever came back with empty hands. disappointed and rejected,Only those who never sought His assistance went on blaming Him as unkind and cruel.Whose loving kindness is behind the blossoming of all the smiling flowers, all the sprouting corns and foodgrains of this earth? Whose warm affection flows down from the rainy clouds and along the swelling streams of rivers and seas'? From whom does this life spring and gain its power, fame and prestige? This knowledge still eludes those fools and malcontents, In His name I say. Please listen to me, all of you who as yet do not believe. Take Him to your bosom as your friend and you will see that all your wants have vanished. It is through His infinite mercy that I love Him. I would like to say only this and leave; 'One who has got Him through His love has nothing else to seek for him in this wide wide universe. But I have said enough. Go now and love Him, and come back to me again. and tell me what you have lost and what you have gained.[Original: Allah porom prioytomo mor; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30494": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30494, "poem.id": 30494, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:16", "poem.title": "Chader Konya Chad Sultana", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30495": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30495, "poem.id": 30495, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:19", "poem.title": "Masjider E Pashe Amar Kabor Diyo Vai", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30496": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30496, "poem.id": 30496, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:22", "poem.title": "Elo Abar Eid", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30497": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30497, "poem.id": 30497, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:28", "poem.title": "Ogo Ma Fatema Chhute Ay", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "ওগো মা --ফাতেমা--ছুটে আয়,তোর দুলালের বুকে হানে ছুরি |দীনের শেষ বাতি নিভিয়া যায় মা গো ( বুঝি ) আঁধার হ'ল মদিনা-পুরী ||কোথায় শেরে-খোদা, জুলফিকার কোথাকবর ফেড়ে' এস কারবালা যথা--তোমার আওলাদ বিরাণ হ'ল আজিনিখিল শোকে মরে ঝুরি' ||কোথা আখেরে নবী, চুমা খেতে তুমি যে গলে হোসেনেরসহিছ কেমনে ? সে গলে দুশ্ মন হানিছে শম্ সের ;রোজ হাসরে নাকি কওসরের পানি পিয়াবে তোমরা গো গোনাহ্ গারে আনি'দেখ না কি চেয়ে দুধের ছেলেমেয়ে পানি বিহনে মরে পুড়ি' ||", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30498": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30498, "poem.id": 30498, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:33", "poem.title": "Forgive Us, O Prophet!", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30499": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30499, "poem.id": 30499, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:35", "poem.title": "Bless Us Oh Lord", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30500": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30500, "poem.id": 30500, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:41", "poem.title": "The Resurgence (Islamic Lyric)", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "There sounds the drum! There on the ruined tower, dark and blank, Flutters the once-mighty flag. Raise your head, mussalmans, Gird your loins and advanceThe call of the New Age has come.With the Kalma on your lipsAnd the sabre swinging against your hips, With the fiery enthusiasm of Islam ill your Shake off your lethargy and start.With the love of Allah in your soul Answer the call and take up your role.There is nothing for you to dread. You have that glorious amulet,The Holy Quran, tied round your neck. A pity that you oversleptAnd missed the Fazr prayer. Neither did you awakenWhen the Zohr did beckon.And the Asr prayer you whiled away In idleness and play.The call for the Mughrib has also sounded. You must hurry now to the Esha prayer.Some room is still available there, We are not reallyCreatures of pomp and luxury.Our Calipha once ru.led over half the universe Dressed in clothes no better than beggers. Once we only desired death In the cause of our faith,But now such a people as our's Are numbed in a drunken stupor While outside there rages a violent storm.We had nothing but a dry piece of bread,But we had a mighty faith and none did we dread, A noble spirit of sacrifice we possessed.And we moved from place to place without sleep or rest, Always as victors great.Let us bring back to our life That faith and spirit of sacrifice: Let the cry of Allah-o-Akbar Resound in the lips of all.Let the world tremble againAt the sound of that clarion call.[Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30501": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30501, "poem.id": 30501, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:08:45", "poem.title": "Bibaho Chash", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30502": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30502, "poem.id": 30502, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:07", "poem.title": "My Dearest Nightingale", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30503": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30503, "poem.id": 30503, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:09", "poem.title": "The Comet", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "I come in every age, I come again and again. Now I have come for the great revolution. I am the creator's deadly foe, the devastating comet of all times, On my forehead shines the burning fire of seven hundred hells. I am the piteous sighs in the heart of the creator repentant for his sinful creation. On this earth I am the shadow of the Gobi and the Sahara, I am the godless, unholy, bitter curse! FIying the banner of ruination I whirl madly through vast empty space, I fight alone and strike at God with my sharp poisoned arrow Entwining the entire creation around my tail I shower everywhere the flaming rains, of a million meteors. I have already devoured a universe but I can devour thirty more I am a calamity, a terrible accident, an evil curse of the universe! The midget fate hdd stretched his hands to catch and curb me. But look, the flames of my fire have burnt his hands and turned him into a helpless cripple.I known that trick of creation, I known where the creation, And so I kick at alI rules and regulations, and hit hard with my hammer on God's stony breast. I know that what the hoIlow stuffed God could not achieve would still be achieved! Therefore I rebel and welcome Revolution, ITherefore I dance and sing merrily! I spit at the face of death and blow out the burning fires of a thousand hells.The more people fume and rage the more I laugh and make fun of them, I move like a hurricane and my poisoned breath drives a mortal terror into the heart of all tyrannous kings, I burn the whole creation with the flames of my fire I crunch God into tiny pieces and swallow at a gulp a million hells.Filled with a bitter happiness I dance and sing like one gone mad. I build a burning fire in my bosom that I can roast God in its flames. I come in every age. It is time I have come for the great revolution. I am the creator's deadly foe, the devastating comet of all times! AI burn a flaming ladder of fire, I effortlessly sail over God's head The god of the universe sitting in his throne trembles in fear lest I brand on his pale forehead the sign of my terrible curse.Oh, how he makes me laugh and how the sound of my ringing laughter merges with the song of thunder and raging cyclone Clapping my hands in ecstasy I go whirling through empty space like some crazy kite, At the faintest touch of my breath volcanoes erupt with a roar and a million baby-snakes, coiled around my tail, hiss and lay bare their poisonous fangs! As the fierce tigress refrains from killing its prey with a single blow and keeping it steadily in sight plays with it with a gleaming cruel joywhile the poor prey pants and whines So do I keep God within the range of my sight and play with him, laughing all the time my blood-curling demoniac laughter.I am that fiery tigress, the greatest calamity of all time! Drunk with blood I celebrate and rejoice today, From my tail emanates a dazzling radiance, filling the earth with a fierce, butal joy,God? There lies he, a poor captive, foaming at the lips in fear and frustration. He trembles and cowers afraid of the moment when I shall rush and jump on his wounded breast Or, like an angry black cobra whirling round a helpless frightened childI, a fierce Comet-cobra, the bitterest curse of all time, whirl round God as he sits there trembling in fear like that snake-encircled helpless child.Today sitting in the midst of a sad and suffering creation God trembles in fear lest the created, growing bigger than the creator, swallows him at last.[Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30504": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30504, "poem.id": 30504, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:32", "poem.title": "Eternal Child", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30505": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30505, "poem.id": 30505, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:34", "poem.title": "Secret Lover", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "Though lost, yet I love theeO dear,Between the two shores of the seaA whisper I hear.Me on this shore,You on the other,In between weepsA formidable tether.The shadow of a treeBeckons me from the shore,I am a desert,The gentle touch of shadeI do abhor.We have never known,Nor have we met each other.I have hopes in my heart,In you, there is fear.When the wind beatsThe waves break on your feet; But never shall my wavesHarm your shore -They erode only my bank,Not yours any more.Dear love,I have never been near you.A song-bird,I sat on the branchFor a day or two.After the songsWhen I shall partShall my songs dwellIn your heart? The bird will be goneBut cadences will remain; I shall fly high,You will cry in vain.That once my wavesOn your shore did ring.No one shall know,No one shall sing.When I fly so highIf a feather comes nightWear it in your tressesIn sheer forgetfulness.But, do not fear,For some dayit will also disappear.Like me in one of thoseRain-soaked morns,Will you dripOh my pine, alone? And kiss me in imagination,In your midnight fascination.And wake up from a tranceWith random thoughtsTo weep with the cloudsOh my Swallow? My lone,I weep, for I shall notFind you any more.The waves rumble,For they never get off the shore.To possess you is toBanish the flute,And to invite the deathTotal and absolute:My bosom is fullFor I have been denied,The flute is melodiousFor it is empty inside. [Translation: Syed Mujibul Huq]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30506": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30506, "poem.id": 30506, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:36", "poem.title": "The Month Of Poush", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30507": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30507, "poem.id": 30507, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:40", "poem.title": "Coming Of Anondomoyee", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30508": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30508, "poem.id": 30508, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:45", "poem.title": "Human Being", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30509": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30509, "poem.id": 30509, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:47", "poem.title": "Prostitute", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30510": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30510, "poem.id": 30510, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:51", "poem.title": "Satyo-Kobi", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30511": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30511, "poem.id": 30511, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:09:56", "poem.title": "Pother Disha", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30512": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30512, "poem.id": 30512, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:02", "poem.title": "Evening Star", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30513": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30513, "poem.id": 30513, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:05", "poem.title": "Are You The Same Muslims", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30514": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30514, "poem.id": 30514, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:30", "poem.title": "The First Bud Of Love", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "The first bud of love withers away at the first moment of meeting;He did not heed her pleas, but flew into the deep woods. The spring air blooms all flowers, Alas! my flower wilts away; Every home lights up, but my lamp flickers away at twilight Garland of wild flowers cry out around my neck, I sob in solace rolling in the dusty road like torn ivy. With intolerable thirst at the mouth of the sea Fall down on the sandy breast of the shore Taking me for a smoky cloud, the bird ignores me I scathe from the fire of your absence.[Original: Prothom Moner Koli; Translation: Kashfia Billah]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30515": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30515, "poem.id": 30515, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:32", "poem.title": "O Destitutes!", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "With the curved smile on your tender lips, O crescent, is it a crooked suggestion? Are you looking for companions to join you to loot every home in desperation? As if at the command of Allah you are proclaiming from the sky,O martyrs, why the rich do not pay zakat any more - ask, ask them why? In surplus of these wealthy and rich, there is definitely a rightof all those hungry and deprived: this is Allah's message, so clear and trite.Take away their surplus and their undeserving wealth; yes, take away! You will be fulfilling a divine command, who stands in the way? Why are you like living dead, imprisoned by powerlessness or decrepitude,The plate of food rests close to you, yet why embracing death in hunger is your attitude? Have you no courage to extend your hand! Is your hand disabled or feeble? I am, the bandit, here to collect the poor-due; get up and join me, don't quibble! I have brought the message of Allah through the Eid's crescent that shines above,We will break our fast with all those treasured surplus during this Ramadan - a month we all love.Everyone will eat and satisfy their hunger during this Eid celebration,Don't despair and resign; rather loot your share of the blessings of God in rightful jubilation.[Original: Sharbohara (eid) by Kazi Nazrul Islam; Translation: Mohammad Omar Farooq]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30516": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30516, "poem.id": 30516, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:35", "poem.title": "Bright As The Crimson Sun", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30517": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30517, "poem.id": 30517, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:41", "poem.title": "You Are So Handsome", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "You are so handsome that I can't take my eye off you, is that my crime? The bird that cries beholding the moon doesn't bother the moon. I watch the flower's gradual unfolding, but the flower doesn't mindNor does the cloud when the admiring bird circles round it. The sun-flower knows it will never get the sun, and yet undismay'dIt watches its sovereign, it is content just watchingI've got the gift of vision so that I may see you, you beautiful being Let this wish of mine be realized, my dearest one.[Original: Tumi shundor tai cheye thaki; Translation: Abu Rushd]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30518": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30518, "poem.id": 30518, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:43", "poem.title": "Leaning Against The Sky", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30519": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30519, "poem.id": 30519, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:49", "poem.title": "You Are Always In My Thoughts", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30520": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30520, "poem.id": 30520, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:10:54", "poem.title": "Behind The Song", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30521": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30521, "poem.id": 30521, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:11:01", "poem.title": "The Epic Hero Sabyasachi", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30522": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30522, "poem.id": 30522, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:11:03", "poem.title": "Poverty", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30523": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30523, "poem.id": 30523, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:11:09", "poem.title": "Sindhu", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30524": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30524, "poem.id": 30524, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:11:14", "poem.title": "Labendish Bahinir Bijatiyo Songit", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "কোরাস্: কে বলে মোদেরে ল্যাডাগ্যাপচার? আমরা সিভিল গাড়, অরাজক এই ভারত-মাঠে হে আমরা উদ্মো ষাঁড়॥ মোরা লাঙল জোয়াল দড়াদড়ি-ছাড়া, বড় সুখে তাই দিই শিং-নাড়া, অসহ-যোগীও করিবে না তাড়া রে—ওরে ভয় নাই, ওরা বৈষ্ণব বাঘ, খাবে না মোদের হাড়!চলো ব্যাং-বীর, বলো ঠ্যাং নেড়ে জোর, ছেডেডে ডেডেং হার্র্!কোরাস্: কে বলে ইত্যাদি— মোরা গলদঘর্ম যদিও গলিয়া, বড় বেজুত করেছে লেজুড় ডলিয়া, তবু গলদ করো না বলদ বলিয়া হে,মোরা বড় দরকারি সরকারি গরু, তরকারি নহি তার!তবে গতিক দেখিয়া অধিক না গিয়া সটান পগার পার!কোরাস্: কে বলে ইত্যাদি— আজ গোবরগণেশ গোবরমন্ত ল্যাজে ও গোবরে খিঁচেন দন্ত, তবু করুণার নাহিকো অন্ত হে,যত মামাদের কড়ি ধামা-ধরে দিয়া আমাদেরি ভাঙে ঘাড়!আর বাবাদেরে বেঁধে ঠ্যাঙাতে মোরাই কেটে দি বাঁশের ঝাড়।কোরাস্: কে বলে ইত্যাদি— হয়ে ইভিলের গুরু ডেভিল পশুর— সিভিল-বাহিনী, কি এত কসুর করেছি মাইরি? বলো তো শ্বশুর হে!ঐ রাঙামুখে বাবা অন্ন দি তুলি নিজে খাই জোলো মাড়,তবু সেলাম ঠুকিতে মলাম বাবা গো বক্র মাজা ও ঘাড়!কোরাস্: কে বলে ইত্যাদি— বহে কালাতে ধলাতে গঙ্গা-যমুনা, আমরা তাহারি দিব্যি নমুনা, এ-রীতি পিরীতি বুঝিবে কভু না হে,তাই কালামুখ প্রেমে আলা করি হাঁকি— 'তাড়্রে নেটিভ্ তাড়্'!তবে কোপন-স্বভাব দেখিলে অমনি গোপন খাম্বা-আড়!কোরাস্: কে বলে ইত্যাদি— এবে কাঁপিবে মেদিনী শত উৎপাতে চিৎপটাং সে কত 'ফুট্পাথে' হবে আমাদেরি ভীম কোঁৎকাতে হে!তবে পরোয়া কি দাদা? ক্যাঁকড়ার সম নিসপিস নাড়ো দাঁড়,যদি নিশ্চল হাতে পিস্তল কাঁপে তবু গোঁফে দাও চাড়।কোরাস্: কে বলে ইত্যাদি— বাবা! যদিও এ-দেহ ঝুনো ঠনঠন তবু লোকে ভাবে ঠুঁটো পল্টন। আরে ঘোড়া নাই? বাস্, পায়ে হন্টন হে!বাজে করতাল—আজ হরতাল। ডাকে আত্মা যে খাঁচা ছাড়্!ওরে 'ওয়ান্ পেস্ স্টেপ্ ফরওয়ার্ড মার্চ, থুড়ি থুড়ি ব্যাক্ওয়ার্ড্।'[ল্যাবেন্ডিশ: কলকাতার এক জাতীয় সিপাহী]", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30525": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30525, "poem.id": 30525, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:11:16", "poem.title": "Asichhen Habibe Khoda", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30526": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30526, "poem.id": 30526, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:11:20", "poem.title": "He Partho-Sarothi", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30527": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30527, "poem.id": 30527, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:11:26", "poem.title": "Avijan", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul 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"poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30538": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30538, "poem.id": 30538, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:13:01", "poem.title": "Pioneers, O Pioneers", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30539": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30539, "poem.id": 30539, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:13:04", "poem.title": "Bangla Desh Momo", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30540": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30540, "poem.id": 30540, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 21:07:07", "poem.title": "Falguni", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "30541": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30541, "poem.id": 30541, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:13:56", "poem.title": "Where Is The Peacock's Throne", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30542": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30542, "poem.id": 30542, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:13:58", "poem.title": "Ghazal", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30543": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30543, "poem.id": 30543, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:14:04", "poem.title": "Rise Up, Women - Rise Up Like The Flaming Fire", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30544": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30544, "poem.id": 30544, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:14:26", "poem.title": "Resurrection", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30545": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30545, "poem.id": 30545, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:14:32", "poem.title": "Duhshashoner Rokto Pan", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30546": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30546, "poem.id": 30546, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:14:38", "poem.title": "At My Gaze No Longer Laughs The Rose", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30547": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30547, "poem.id": 30547, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:14:40", "poem.title": "I Am A Proud Muslim Woman", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30548": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30548, "poem.id": 30548, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:14:46", "poem.title": "Baby Sparrow", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30549": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30549, "poem.id": 30549, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:14:53", "poem.title": "My Love", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30550": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30550, "poem.id": 30550, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:14:59", "poem.title": "Beware My Captain", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30551": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30551, "poem.id": 30551, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:15:04", "poem.title": "Equality", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30552": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30552, "poem.id": 30552, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:15:10", "poem.title": "Saheb O Mosaheb", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30553": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30553, "poem.id": 30553, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:15:15", "poem.title": "Lichu Chor", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30554": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30554, "poem.id": 30554, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:15:17", "poem.title": "Rabi-Hara", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30555": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30555, "poem.id": 30555, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:15:21", "poem.title": "To A Mother", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30556": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30556, "poem.id": 30556, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:15:29", "poem.title": "The Summer Air", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30557": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30557, "poem.id": 30557, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:15:31", "poem.title": "Vojon (Mand-Karfa)", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30558": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30558, "poem.id": 30558, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:15:45", "poem.title": "Those Iron Gates Of Prison", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30559": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30559, "poem.id": 30559, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:16:08", "poem.title": "Syama Wakes On The Cremation Grounds", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30560": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30560, "poem.id": 30560, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:16:14", "poem.title": "Talk To Me, Javas, Talk To Me", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30561": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30561, "poem.id": 30561, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:16:17", "poem.title": "I'Ll Go Away For Good", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", 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"poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:16:42", "poem.title": "The Destitute (Moru Bhashkar) / The Hapless", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30567": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30567, "poem.id": 30567, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:16:55", "poem.title": "The Destitutes", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30568": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30568, "poem.id": 30568, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:16:58", "poem.title": "I Know Your Compassion Mother", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30569": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30569, "poem.id": 30569, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:17:20", "poem.title": "There Smiles The Eid-Ul-Azha Moon", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30570": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30570, "poem.id": 30570, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:17:25", "poem.title": "I Tame My Eyes", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", 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Moon", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30576": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30576, "poem.id": 30576, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:18:11", "poem.title": "The Egalitarian", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30577": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30577, "poem.id": 30577, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:18:18", "poem.title": "The Worshipper", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30578": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30578, "poem.id": 30578, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:18:22", "poem.title": "A Parting", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30579": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30579, "poem.id": 30579, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:18:27", "poem.title": "Vangar Gan", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30580": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30580, "poem.id": 30580, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:18:30", "poem.title": 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18:20:43", "poem.title": "If I Was Daddy, And Daddy Was Me", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30590": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30590, "poem.id": 30590, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:20:48", "poem.title": "The Tide Is Back In The River", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30591": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30591, "poem.id": 30591, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:20:52", "poem.title": "What A Fire", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30592": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30592, "poem.id": 30592, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:20:56", "poem.title": "Kings And Subjects", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30593": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30593, "poem.id": 30593, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:20:59", "poem.title": "Don'T Judge Me, O Allah!", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30594": { 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"poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30636": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30636, "poem.id": 30636, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:10", "poem.title": "Mother, I May Have Been A Naughty Child", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30637": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30637, "poem.id": 30637, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:12", "poem.title": "Tumi Onek Dile Khoda, Dile Niyamot", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30638": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30638, "poem.id": 30638, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:16", "poem.title": "Korbani", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30639": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30639, "poem.id": 30639, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:18", "poem.title": "Amar Desher Mati", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30640": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30640, "poem.id": 30640, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:21", "poem.title": "Islamer Oi Bagichate Futlo Duti Ful", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30641": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30641, "poem.id": 30641, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:24", "poem.title": "Struggle", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30642": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30642, "poem.id": 30642, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:28", "poem.title": "All Praise To Allah, All Glory To Him", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30643": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30643, "poem.id": 30643, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:35", "poem.title": "Allah Is My Lord, I Fear No One", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30644": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30644, "poem.id": 30644, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:40", "poem.title": "I Have Been Caught In Your Love's Snare", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30645": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30645, "poem.id": 30645, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:43", "poem.title": "Jagoroni", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30646": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30646, "poem.id": 30646, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:48", "poem.title": "A Tribute From The Poet", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30647": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30647, "poem.id": 30647, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:25:53", "poem.title": "A Call From Behind", "poem.date": "5/29/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30648": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30648, "poem.id": 30648, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:26:18", "poem.title": "Mora Eki Brinte Duti Kusum Hindu-Musalman", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30649": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30649, "poem.id": 30649, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:26:23", "poem.title": "Allah Amar Provu, Amar Nahi Nahi Voy", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30650": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30650, "poem.id": 30650, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:26:26", "poem.title": "The Rebel", "poem.date": "9/23/2011", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30651": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30651, "poem.id": 30651, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:26:31", "poem.title": "Alone", "poem.date": "5/30/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" }, "30652": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30652, "poem.id": 30652, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:26:33", "poem.title": "Woman", "poem.date": "3/13/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Kazi Nazrul Islam" } } }, "128": { "poet.id": 128, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:07:29", "poet.title": "Walter de la Mare", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2938": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2938, "poem.id": 2938, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:39", "poem.title": "Seeds", "poem.date": "6/19/2015", "poem.content": "The seeds I sowed -For week unseen -Have pushed up pygmyShoots of green;So frail you'd thinkThe tiniest stoneWould never letA glimpse be shown.But no; a pebbleNear them lies,At least a cherry-stoneIn size,Which that mere sproutHas heaved away,To bask in sunshine,See the Day.", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2939": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2939, "poem.id": 2939, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:46", "poem.title": "November", "poem.date": "12/14/2015", "poem.content": "THERE is wind where the rose was,Cold rain where sweet grass was,And clouds like sheepStream o'er the steepGrey skies where the lark was.Nought warm where your hand was,Nought gold where your hair was,But phantom, forlorn,Beneath the thorn,Your ghost where your face was.Cold wind where your voice was,Tears, tears where my heart was,And ever with me,Child, ever with me,Silence where hope was.", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2940": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2940, "poem.id": 2940, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:53", "poem.title": "Dry August Burned", "poem.date": "2/22/2016", "poem.content": "Dry August burned. A harvest hare Limp on the kitchen table lay, Its fur blood-blubbered, eye astare, While a small child that stood near by Wept out her heart to see it there. Sharp came the clop of hoofs, the clang Of dangling chain, voices that rang Out like a leveret she ran, To feast her glistening bird-clear eyes On a team of field artillery Gay, to manaeuvres, thudding by. Spur and gun and limber plate Flashed in the sun. Alert, elate, Noble horses, foam at lip, Harness, stirrup, holster, whip, She watched the sun-tanned soldiery, Till dust-white hedge had hidden away — Its din into a rumour thinned — The laughing, jolting, wild array: And then — the wonder and tumult gone — Stood nibbling a green leaf, alone, Her dark eyes, dreaming. . . . She turned, and ran, Elf-like, into the house again. The hare had vanished. . . . ' Mother, ' she said, Her tear-stained cheek now flushed with red, ' Please, may I go and see it skinned? '", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2941": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2941, "poem.id": 2941, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:27:58", "poem.title": "Song of the Mad Prince", "poem.date": "11/13/2015", "poem.content": "Who said, \"Peacock Pie\"?The old King to the sparrow:Who said, \"Crops are ripe\"?Rust to the harrow:Who said, \"Where sleeps she now?Where rests she now her head,Bathed in eve's loveliness\"? —That's what I said.Who said, \"Ay, mum's the word\"?Sexton to willow:Who said, \"Green dusk for dreams,Moss for a pillow\"?Who said, \"All Time's delightHath she for narrow bed;Life's troubled bubble broken\"? —That's what I said.", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2942": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2942, "poem.id": 2942, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:04", "poem.title": "The Mother Bird", "poem.date": "10/23/2015", "poem.content": "Through the green twilight of a hedge I peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed, And spied a bird upon a nest: Two eyes she had beseeching me Meekly and brave, and her brown breast Throbb'd hot and quick above her heart; And then she oped her dagger bill, - 'Twas not a chirp, as sparrows pipe At break of day; 'twas not a trill, As falters through the quiet even; But one sharp solitary note, One desperate, fierce, and vivid cry Of valiant tears, and hopeless joy, One passionate note of victory: Off, like a fool afraid, I sneaked, Smiling the smile the fool smiles best, At the mother bird in the secret hedge Patient upon her lonely nest.", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2943": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2943, "poem.id": 2943, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:10", "poem.title": "Puss", "poem.date": "1/8/2015", "poem.content": "Puss loves man's winter fireNow that the sun so soonLeaves the hours cold it warmedIn burning June.She purrs full length beforeThe heaped-up hissing blaze,Drowsy in slumber downHer head she lays.While he with whom she dwellsSits snug in his inglenook,Stretches his legs to the flameAnd reads his book.", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2944": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2944, "poem.id": 2944, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:15", "poem.title": "The Birthnight", "poem.date": "12/3/2014", "poem.content": "Dearest, it was a nightThat in its darkness rocked Orion's stars;A sighing wind ran faintly whiteAlong the willows, and the cedar boughsLaid their wide hands in stealthy peace acrossThe starry silence of their antique moss:No sound save rushing airCold, yet all sweet with Spring,And in thy mother's arms, couched weeping there,Thou, lovely thing.", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2945": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2945, "poem.id": 2945, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:20", "poem.title": "The Night-Swans", "poem.date": "3/2/2015", "poem.content": "'Tis silence on the enchanted lake,And silence in the air serene,Save for the beating of her heart,The lovely-eyed Evangeline.She sings across the waters clearAnd dark with trees and stars between,The notes her fairy godmotherTaught her, the child Evangeline.As might the unrippled pool reply,Faltering an answer far and sweet,Three swans as white as mountain snowSwim mantling to her feet.And still upon the lake they stay,Their eyes black stars in all their snow,And softly, in the glassy pool,Their feet beat darkly to and fro.She rides upon her little boat,Her swans swim through the starry sheen,Rowing her into Fairyland- The lovely-eyed Evangeline.'Tis silence on the enchanted lake,And silence in the air serene;Voices shall call in vain againOn earth the child Evangeline.'Evangeline! Evangeline!'Upstairs, downstairs, all in vain.Her room is dim; her flowers faded;She answers not again.", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2946": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2946, "poem.id": 2946, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:27", "poem.title": "Mulla-Mulgars' Journey Song", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2947": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2947, "poem.id": 2947, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:36", "poem.title": "The World Of Dream", "poem.date": "8/2/2012", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2948": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2948, "poem.id": 2948, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:40", "poem.title": "The Corner Stone", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2949": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2949, "poem.id": 2949, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:45", "poem.title": "Sephina", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2950": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2950, "poem.id": 2950, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:48", "poem.title": "Suppose", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2951": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2951, "poem.id": 2951, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:53", "poem.title": "The Children Of Stare", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2952": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2952, "poem.id": 2952, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:28:58", "poem.title": "One Moment Take Thy Rest", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2953": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2953, "poem.id": 2953, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:29:01", "poem.title": "The Tryst", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2954": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2954, "poem.id": 2954, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:29:05", "poem.title": "The Ruin", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2955": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2955, "poem.id": 2955, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:29:11", "poem.title": "The Titmouse", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2956": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2956, "poem.id": 2956, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:29:16", "poem.title": "The Seas Of England", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2957": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2957, "poem.id": 2957, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:29:42", "poem.title": "The Old Men", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2958": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2958, "poem.id": 2958, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:29:46", "poem.title": "The Pigs And The Charcoal-Burner", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2959": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2959, "poem.id": 2959, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:30:10", "poem.title": "Up And Down", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2960": 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"poet_x_poem.id": 2965, "poem.id": 2965, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:31:03", "poem.title": "The Three Strangers", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2966": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2966, "poem.id": 2966, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:31:29", "poem.title": "The Veil", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2967": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2967, "poem.id": 2967, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:31:38", "poem.title": "Miss T", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2968": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2968, "poem.id": 2968, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:31:42", "poem.title": "The Strangers", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2969": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2969, "poem.id": 2969, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:31:47", "poem.title": "The Market-Place", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2970": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2970, "poem.id": 2970, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:32:11", "poem.title": "The Empty House", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2971": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2971, "poem.id": 2971, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:32:17", "poem.title": "Nod", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2972": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2972, "poem.id": 2972, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:32:23", "poem.title": "The Fly", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2973": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2973, "poem.id": 2973, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:32:29", "poem.title": "Moonlight", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2974": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2974, "poem.id": 2974, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:32:51", "poem.title": "The Sunken Garden", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2975": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2975, "poem.id": 2975, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:32:56", "poem.title": "Gloria Mundi", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2976": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2976, "poem.id": 2976, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:32:58", "poem.title": "The Scarecrow", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "2977": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2977, "poem.id": 2977, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:33:05", "poem.title": "The Moth", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30693": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30693, "poem.id": 30693, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:26:39", "poem.title": "Old Susan", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30694": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30694, "poem.id": 30694, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:26:45", "poem.title": "Hi!", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30695": { 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"", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30710": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30710, "poem.id": 30710, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:28:32", "poem.title": "The Scribe", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30711": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30711, "poem.id": 30711, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:28:56", "poem.title": "The Sleeper", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30712": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30712, "poem.id": 30712, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:29:22", "poem.title": "Miss Loo", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30713": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30713, "poem.id": 30713, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:29:24", "poem.title": "The Huntsmen", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30714": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30714, "poem.id": 30714, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:29:26", "poem.title": "Martha", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", 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"poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30730": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30730, "poem.id": 30730, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:30:57", "poem.title": "When The Rose Is Faded", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30731": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30731, "poem.id": 30731, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:31:03", "poem.title": "AUTUMN (November)", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30732": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30732, "poem.id": 30732, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:31:05", "poem.title": "Alone", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30733": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30733, "poem.id": 30733, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:31:28", "poem.title": "All But Blind", "poem.date": "3/30/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30734": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30734, "poem.id": 30734, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:31:51", "poem.title": "The Ghost", "poem.date": 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"poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30740": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30740, "poem.id": 30740, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:32:24", "poem.title": "Arabia", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30741": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30741, "poem.id": 30741, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:32:26", "poem.title": "Nicholas Nye", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30742": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30742, "poem.id": 30742, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:32:30", "poem.title": "Music", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30743": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30743, "poem.id": 30743, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:32:33", "poem.title": "Some One", "poem.date": "1/1/2004", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30744": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30744, "poem.id": 30744, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:32:38", "poem.title": "Silver", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" }, "30745": { "poet_x_poem.id": 30745, "poem.id": 30745, "poem.ts": "2018-03-02 18:32:42", "poem.title": "The Listeners", "poem.date": "1/3/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Walter de la Mare" } } }, "129": { "poet.id": 129, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:07:36", "poet.title": "Jack Prelutsky", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2978": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2978, "poem.id": 2978, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:33:12", "poem.title": "Pumberly Pott's Unpredictable Niece", "poem.date": "12/12/2015", "poem.content": "Pumberly Pott's unpredictable niecedeclared with her usual zealthat she would devour, by piece after piece,her uncle's new automobile.She set to her task very early one mornby consuming the whole carburetor;then she swallowed the windshield, the headlights and horn,and the steering wheel just a bit later.She chomped on the doors, on the handles and locks,on the valves and the pistons and rings;on the air pump and fuel pump and spark plugs and shocks,on the brakes and the axles and springs.When her uncle arrived she was chewing a hashmade of leftover hoses and wires(she'd just finished eating the clutch and the dashand the steel-belted radial tires).\"Oh, what have you done to my auto,\" he cried,\"you strange unpredictable lass?\"\"The thing won't work, Uncle Pott,\" she replied,and he wept, \"It was just out of gas.\"", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2979": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2979, "poem.id": 2979, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:33:19", "poem.title": "I Went Hungry on Thanksgiving", "poem.date": "8/26/2015", "poem.content": "I was hungry on ThanksgivingBut I couldn't eat a thingI couldn't eat a drumstickAnd I couldn't eat a wingI couldn't have the picklesOr the gravy covered riceThe pumpkin pie was lusciousBut I couldn't have a sliceI was starving for some stuffingOr a tasty yellow yamOr a puffy little muffinSpread with homemade berry jamOur dinner looked deliciousBut I didn't dare to touchI went hungry on ThanksgivingMy new braces hurt too much!", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2980": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2980, "poem.id": 2980, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:33:44", "poem.title": "I met a dragon face to face", "poem.date": "6/19/2015", "poem.content": "I met a dragon face to facethe year when I was ten,I took a trip to outer space,I braved a pirate's den,I wrestled with a wicked troll,and fought a great white shark,I trailed a rabbit down a hole,I hunted for a snark.I stowed aboard a submarine,I opened magic doors,I traveled in a time machine,and searched for dinosaurs,I climbed atop a giant's head,I found a pot of gold,I did all this in books I read when I was ten years old.", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2981": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2981, "poem.id": 2981, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:33:48", "poem.title": "Suzanna socked me Sunday", "poem.date": "2/15/2016", "poem.content": "Suzanna socked me Sunday,she socked me Monday, too,she also socked me Tuesday,I was turning black and blue.She socked me double Wednesday,and Thursday even more,but when she socked me Friday,she began to get me sore.\"Enough's enough,\" I yelled at her,\"I hate it when you hit me!\"\"Well, then I won't\" Suzanna said—that Saturday, she bit me.", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2982": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2982, "poem.id": 2982, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:33:53", "poem.title": "A Wolf Is At The Laundromat", "poem.date": "12/13/2013", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2983": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2983, "poem.id": 2983, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:33:56", "poem.title": "Herbert Glerbett", "poem.date": "12/13/2013", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2984": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2984, "poem.id": 2984, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:33:58", "poem.title": "A Pizza the Size of the Sun", "poem.date": "7/21/2015", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2985": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2985, "poem.id": 2985, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:34:05", "poem.title": "Deep In Our Refrigerator", "poem.date": "12/13/2013", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2986": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2986, "poem.id": 2986, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:34:08", "poem.title": "Homework! Oh, Homework!", "poem.date": "3/17/2015", "poem.content": "Homework! Oh, Homework!I hate you! You stink!I wish I could wash you away in the sink,if only a bombwould explode you to bits.Homework! Oh, homework!You're giving me fits.I'd rather take bathswith a man-eating shark,or wrestle a lionalone in the dark,eat spinach and liver,pet ten porcupines,than tackle the homework,my teacher assigns.Homework! Oh, homework!you're last on my list,I simple can't seewhy you even exist,if you just disappearedit would tickle me pink.Homework! Oh, homework!I hate you! You stink!", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2987": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2987, "poem.id": 2987, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:34:15", "poem.title": "Super Samson Simpson", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2988": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2988, "poem.id": 2988, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:34:20", "poem.title": "Dora Diller", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2989": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2989, "poem.id": 2989, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:34:26", "poem.title": "As Soon As Fred Gets Out Of Bed", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2990": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2990, "poem.id": 2990, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:34:29", "poem.title": "Bleezer's Ice Cream", "poem.date": "1/13/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2991": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2991, "poem.id": 2991, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:34:36", "poem.title": "The Visitor", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2992": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2992, "poem.id": 2992, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:34:41", "poem.title": "Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" }, "2993": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2993, "poem.id": 2993, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:07", "poem.title": "Last Night I Dreamed Of Chickens", "poem.date": "1/20/2003", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Jack Prelutsky" } } }, "130": { "poet.id": 130, "poet.ts": "2018-02-28 21:07:48", "poet.title": "Li Po", "poet.poet_x_poem_id": { "2994": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2994, "poem.id": 2994, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:12", "poem.title": "On Gazing Into A Mirror", "poem.date": "12/21/2015", "poem.content": "Follow Tao, and nothing is old or new.Lose it, and the ruins of age return.Someone smiling back in the mirror,hair white as the frost-stained glass,you admit lament is empty, ask howreflections get so worn and withered.How speak of peach and plum: timelessSouth Mountain blazes in the end?", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "2995": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2995, "poem.id": 2995, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:15", "poem.title": "The Solitude Of Night", "poem.date": "3/24/2015", "poem.content": "It was at a wine party—I lay in a drowse, knowing it not.The blown flowers fell and filled my lap.When I arose, still drunken,The birds had all gone to their nests,And there remained but few of my comrades.I went along the river—alone in the moonlight.TRANSLATED BY SHIGEYOSHI OBATA", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "2996": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2996, "poem.id": 2996, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:19", "poem.title": "The Ching-Ting Mountain", "poem.date": "7/27/2015", "poem.content": "Flocks of birds have flown high and away;A solitary drift of cloud, too, has gone, wandering on.And I sit alone with the Ching-ting Peak, towering beyond.We never grow tired of each other, the mountain and I.", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "2997": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2997, "poem.id": 2997, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:25", "poem.title": "Mêng Hao-Jan", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "2998": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2998, "poem.id": 2998, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:28", "poem.title": "Resentment Near The Jade Stairs", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "2999": { "poet_x_poem.id": 2999, "poem.id": 2999, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:35", "poem.title": "Reaching The Hermitage", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3000": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3000, "poem.id": 3000, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:39", "poem.title": "Ho Chih-Chang", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3001": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3001, "poem.id": 3001, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:44", "poem.title": "To My Wife On Lu-Shan Mountain", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3002": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3002, "poem.id": 3002, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:47", "poem.title": "Waking From Drunken Sleep On A Spring Day.", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3003": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3003, "poem.id": 3003, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:49", "poem.title": "Remembering The Springs At Ch’ih-Chou", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3004": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3004, "poem.id": 3004, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:35:56", "poem.title": "Wine", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3005": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3005, "poem.id": 3005, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:02", "poem.title": "Lines For A Taoist Adept", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3006": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3006, "poem.id": 3006, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:05", "poem.title": "The Roosting Crows", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3007": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3007, "poem.id": 3007, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:09", "poem.title": "Down Zhongnan Mountain", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3008": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3008, "poem.id": 3008, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:15", "poem.title": "We Fought For - South Of The Walls", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3009": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3009, "poem.id": 3009, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:19", "poem.title": "Lament For Mr Tai", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3010": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3010, "poem.id": 3010, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:25", "poem.title": "The Exile’s Letter", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3011": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3011, "poem.id": 3011, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:48", "poem.title": "Gold Painted Jars - Wines Worth A Thousand.", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3012": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3012, "poem.id": 3012, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:53", "poem.title": "Lu Mountain, Kiangsi", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3013": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3013, "poem.id": 3013, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:36:56", "poem.title": "Old Poem", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3014": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3014, "poem.id": 3014, "poem.ts": "2018-02-28 05:37:14", "poem.title": "The River-Captain’s Wife – A Letter", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "" }, "3015": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3015, "poem.id": 3015, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:37:50", "poem.title": "The Moon At The Fortified Pass", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3016": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3016, "poem.id": 3016, "poem.ts": "2018-03-01 09:37:56", "poem.title": "Drinking In The Mountains", "poem.date": "4/8/2010", "poem.content": "", "poem.author": "Li Po" }, "3017": { "poet_x_poem.id": 3017, "poem.id": 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