Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sat gossiping with Robert.
(She was really a raving beauty in her day.
With Mary Pickford curls in clouds and whirls.)
She was trying to think of something nice to say,
So she pointed to a page by her fellow star and sage,
And said: "I wish that I could write that way!"
The cur foretells the knell of parting day;
The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;
The wise man homewards plods; I only stay
To fiddle-faddle in a minor key.
I know but will not tell
you, Aunt Irene, why there
are soap suds in the whiskey:
Uncle Robert had to have
A drink while shaving.
El niño -¿Por qué tan tristemente,
Corderito inocente,
Te oigo balando?
El corderito -Por mi madre querida,
Que tal vez afligida
Me anda buscando.
Garrote vil; tal era la sentencia
Que sobre un Lobo criminal pendía
Cuando apeló llorando a la clemencia
Del que vengar sus víctimas debía.
Un campesino que en su alacena
Guardaba un queso de nochebuena
Oyó un ruidito ratoncillesco
Por los contornos de su refresco.
अब और क्या तेरा बीमार बाप देगा तुझे
बस एक दुआ कि ख़ुदा तुझको कामयाब करे
वो टाँक दे तेरे आँचल में चाँद और तारे
तू अपने वास्ते जिस को भी इंतख़ाब करे
Graut Euch nicht, Ihr lieben Leute,
Vor dem ungeheuren Morgen;
Wenn es kommt, es ist das Heute,
Und der liebe Gott zu sorgen.
Herr Zinklar drog over salten Sø,"
Ja, det kan man kalde en Vise,
Den bruser, som Bølgen om Sjølunds Ø,
Den ene, kan Skjalden prise!
I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions.
And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children and the cause of labor and the working class.
It was laughter of an unshakable man knowing life to be a rich and red-blooded thing.
Yes, his laugh rang like the call of gray birds filled with a glory of joy ramming their winged flight through a rain storm.
His name was in many newspapers as an enemy of the nation and few keepers of churches or schools would open their doors to him.
