Short Poems

By Zeus!
Shout word of this
To the eldest dead! Titans,
Gods, Heroes, come who have once more

Wonderful creatures!
Why must I call you bride and mother?
Curst be the idle mockery and fashion lie of such names!
Be delight unto me rather!
Joy at the encounter!
Sorrow at the ends of things!
Be to me deeds of compassion:
Have these for name, none other.

From shadow and substance the Lord is free: he is beyond this earth and heaven.
Unfathomed, boundless, all pervading; he knows no change, no motion, Unfathomed and Immortal He.
Wonderful He is named without form or feature: Purusa Unfathomed and unwritten Word.
Where'er man goes, the Lord behold him: He has no beginning, and no end, no symbol.
Meet him and be merged in bliss unfathomed. O Kesava, thus alone is Maya done away.

at spring dawn
something I've spat out
gleams serenely

Present present de couleur de Colombe
Va où mon cueur s'est le plus addonné:
Va doulcement, & doulcement y tombe,
Mais au parler ne te monstre estonné.
Dy, que tu es pour Foy bien ordonné
Dy oultreplus (car je te l'abandonne)
Que le Seigneur, a qui tu es donné,
N'a Foy semblable à celle qui te donne.

I ask not wit, nor beauty do I crave,
Nor wealth, nor pompous titles wish to have;
But since 'tis doomed, in all degrees of life
(Whether a daughter, sister, or a wife),
That females shall the stronger males obey,
And yield perforce to their tyrannic sway;
Since this, I say, is every woman's fate,
Give me a mind to suit my slavish state.

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for its living,
And a child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is blithe and bonny and good and gay.

Soudain il me souvient d'une place
auprès d'une source prise de manière
qu'un banc en pierre qui l'enlace
vous invitait à vous taire.

Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir; yes, sir, three bags full.
One for my master, one for my dame,
And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.

a swan
not so spotlessly white