Short Poems

Great poets fire the world with fagots big
That make a crackling racket,
But I'm content with but a whispering twig
To warm some single jacket.

Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
Nor grasshopper so light of leap,
Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat,
Nor harmless worms that creep.

In an orchard I stroll, the scenic land I look,
Or treasures of mount, river and land I Look,
Everywhere, myriad is manifestations of Nature,
Dazed I am, with two eyes what a world grand I look.

husking rice
a child squints up
to view the moon

Hurrah for the New Dominion!
'Tis founded on public opinion;
Mid the blessings of peace
May the nation increase,
Till the twin oceans bound the Dominion.

Hun drak hans brændende Aandedrag,
Han fik den skiønneste Gave:
Den Glæde og Gammen har ingen Dag
Som Elskendes Nætter mon have.

Ah, ye gods! ye great immortals
In the spacious heavens above us!
Would ye on this earth but give us
Steadfast minds and dauntless courage
We, oh kindly ones, would leave you
All your spacious heavens above us!

To man, God Raised to what an exaltation,
He raised the low, to the summit of sublimation,
Life, Sense, Intellect, faculties of feeling and faith,
To this scum, He elevated to what a station!

હું ચાહું છું સુન્દર ચીજ સૃષ્ટિની,
ને જે અસુન્દર રહી તેહ સર્વને
મૂકું કરી સુન્દર ચાહી ચાહી.

Et fremmed Navn det hjelper strax,
Saa kjendes man af Flere,
Han var for os en dansk Hans Sachs,
Ja næstendeel lidt mere.
Hans Rosenkrands er nu lagt hen,
Men ægte Guldet er i den.