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i was splintered and torn
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet | img2poems |
have you heard o god seated on the cliff
how far toward the ledges of your house
how far i had to walk | img2poems |
bear me to dictaeus
and to the steep slopes
to the river erymanthus | img2poems |
as i pass down the corridor
past desperate faces at each cell
your eyes and my eyes may meet | img2poems |
an old pond
and the sound of a frog leaping
into the water | img2poems |
on the mountain-road
there is no flower more beautiful
than the wild violet | img2poems |
there is faint sound of quavering strings
the reedy murmurs of a flute
the soft sigh of the wind through silken garments | img2poems |
and the prince came to the craggy rock
but saw only hissing waves
so he rested all day amid them | img2poems |
he dreams it is the murmur
of distant wave-caps breaking
upon the painted screen | img2poems |
the peony dancer
swirls orange folds of dusty robes
through the summer | img2poems |
heavy blooms
breaking and spilling fiery cups
drowsily | img2poems |
faint rose anticipation colours her
and sunset
she is a cherry-tree that has taken long to bloom | img2poems |
late summer changes to autumn
chrysanthemums are scattered
behind the palings | img2poems |
far in the shadow
the daimyo's attendant waits
nervously fingering his sword | img2poems |
wave on wave her heavy robes collapse
in green torrents
lashed with slaty foam | img2poems |
downward the sun strikes amid them
and enkindles a lone flower
a violet iris standing yet in seething pools of grey | img2poems |
swift waves hissing
under the moonlight
tarnished silver | img2poems |
swaying boats
under the moonlight
gold lacquered prows | img2poems |
she dreamed of some lover
to whom she might offer her body
fresh and cool as a flower born in the rain | img2poems |
in their bark of bamboo reeds
the heavenly poetesses
float across the sky | img2poems |
my thoughts are sparrows passing
through one great wave that breaks
in bubbles of gold on a black motionless rock | img2poems |
in his face were written ages
of patient treachery
and the knowledge of his hour | img2poems |
my love for her at first was like the smoke that drifts
across the marshes
from burning woods | img2poems |
but after she had gone
it was like the lotus that lifts up
its heart shaped buds from the dim waters | img2poems |
my heart is mournful as thunder moving
through distant hills
late on a long still night of autumn | img2poems |
on my heart is the black badge of exile
i droop over it
i accept its shame | img2poems |
through the weak spring rains
two lovers walk together
holding together the parasol | img2poems |
spring rain falls through the cherry blossom
in long blue shafts
on grasses strewn with delicate stars | img2poems |
the summer rain sifts through the drooping willow
shatters the courtyard
leaving grey pools | img2poems |
the autumn rain drives through the maples
scarlet threads of sorrow
towards the snowy earth | img2poems |
let my song sigh as the breeze through the cryptomerias
and pause like long flags flapping
and dart and flutter aloft like a wind-bewildered crane | img2poems |
although there was no sound in all the house
i could not forbear listening for the cry of those long white rippling waves
dragging up their strength to break on the sullen beach of the sky | img2poems |
the harmonies of the robes of this gay lady
are like chants within a temple sweeping outwards
to the morn | img2poems |
sparrows and tame magpies chatter
in the porticoes
lit with many a lantern | img2poems |
there is idle song
scandal over full wine cups
sorrow does not matter | img2poems |
the green and violet peacocks
with golden tails
parade | img2poems |
beneath the fluttering jangling streamers
they walk
violet and gold | img2poems |
her life was like a swiftly rushing stream
green and scarlet
falling into darkness | img2poems |
then in her heart they grew
the snows of changeless winter
stirred by the bitter winds of unsatisfied desire | img2poems |
my thoughts are an autumn breeze
lifting and hurrying
dry rubbish about in a corner | img2poems |
my thoughts are willow branches
already broken
motionless at twilight | img2poems |
the wind shakes the mists
making them quiver
with faint drum-tones of thunder | img2poems |
out of the crane-haunted mists of autumn
blue and brown
rolls the moon | img2poems |
despair hangs in the broken folds of my garments
it clogs my footsteps
like snow in the cherry bloom | img2poems |
pilgrims will ascend the road in early summer
passing my tombstone
mossy long forgotten | img2poems |
because of the long pallid petals of white chrysanthemums
waving to and fro
i dare not go | img2poems |
swallows twittering at twilight
waves of heat
churned to flames by the sun | img2poems |
a piece of paper ready to toss in the fire
blackened scrawled with fragments of an incomplete song
my soul | img2poems |
there is a goddess who walks shrouded by day
at night she throws her blue veil over the earth
men only see her naked glory through the little holes in the veil | img2poems |
the splaying silhouette of horse-chestnut leaves
against the tall and delicate patrician-tinged sky
like a princess in blue robes behind a grille of bronze | img2poems |
in that bower there is a chair
where doth sit the fairest fair
that did ever eye behold | img2poems |
this is she the wise the rich
that the world desires to see
there is none but only she | img2poems |
thus at base they run they run
when the sport was scarce begun
but i waked and all was done | img2poems |
no i say and think and write it
write and think and say your pleasure
love and truth and i indite it | img2poems |
and
and no man e'er
know why | img2poems |
and now oh
now
i die | img2poems |
mine eyes shall be th' interpreters alone
by them conceive my thoughts and tell me fair
if now you see her that doth love me there | img2poems |
god shield the stock
if heaven send no supplies
the fairest blossom of the garden dies | img2poems |
arthur held at camelot his christmas feast
with all the knights of the round table
full fifteen days | img2poems |
at vch farand fest among his fre meny
in halle
he of face so bold makes much mirth with all | img2poems |
the foal that he rode upon was green
sertayn
it was a steed full stiff to guide | img2poems |
al bigrauen with grene in gracios werkes
thus arrayed the green knight enters the hall
without saluting any one | img2poems |
he asks for the governor of the company
gladly i wolde
raysoun | img2poems |
reled hym vp doun
and looks for the most renowned
he stemmed con studie | img2poems |
wyth ryche cote armure
his spurs are then fixed
and his sword is attached to his side by a silken girdle | img2poems |
he made non abode
meanwhile many a weary way goes sir gawayne
mony wylsum way he rode | img2poems |
sir gawayne goes to the chief gate
in haste
and finds the draw-bridge raised and the gates shut fast | img2poems |
night approaches and then
sir gawayne takes his leave and retires to rest
sir gawen his leue con nyme | img2poems |
whatsoever says the host i win in the wood shall be yours
and what check you achieve shall be mine
a bargain is made between them | img2poems |
all this time gawayne lies a-bed
g
under coverture full clear | img2poems |
there are ladies says his visitor who would prefer thy company
to much of the gold that they possess
scho made hym so gret chere | img2poems |
the remembrance of his adventure prevents him from thinking of love
boute hone
the lady takes leave of sir gawayne | img2poems |
i haf seten by your-self here sere twyes
have never talked to me of love
you ought to show a young thing like me some token of 'true-love's crafts | img2poems |
thus gawayne defends himself
bot blysse
the lady having kissed the knight takes leave of him | img2poems |
none durst approach him
he hade hurt so mony byforne
so many had he torn with his tusks | img2poems |
so stronge
gawayne is called to receive the spoil
he calde he com gayn | img2poems |
full still and softly he sleeps all night
sir g: lis slepes
early in the morning the lord is up | img2poems |
after mass a morsel he take with his men
after messe a morsel he his men token
then were all on their horses before the hall-gates | img2poems |
for gile
sir gawayne swears by st
john that he neither has nor desires one | img2poems |
with much mirth and minstrelsy they made merry
until the time came for them to part
gawayne takes leave of his host | img2poems |
he asks for a man to teach him the way to the green chapel
wyth a goud wylle
a servant is assigned to him | img2poems |
bi greue
such worchip he wolde hym weue
and then he takes leave of the ladies | img2poems |
bot forto sauen hym-self when suffer hym by-houed
to byde bale with-oute dabate of bronde hym to were
all the renowned assembly he thanks full oft | img2poems |
then he pursues his journey
rides through the dale and looks about
he sees no sign of a resting-place but only high and steep banks | img2poems |
the other reproved him saying
thou art not gawayne that is so good esteemed
for thou fleest for fear before thou feelest harm | img2poems |
and addressed him as follows: bold knight be not so wroth
i promised thee a stroke and thou hast it be satisfied
i could have dealt worse with thee | img2poems |
ful bene
sayde with my wyf i wene
we schal yow wel acorde | img2poems |
he still carried about him the belt
a belef as a bauderyk bounden bi his syde
in token of his fault | img2poems |
thus he comes to the court of king arthur
great then was the joy of all
the king and his knights ask him concerning his journey | img2poems |
little mistress mine good-bye
i have been your sparrow true
dig my grave for i must die | img2poems |
waste no tear and heave no sigh
life should still be blithe for you
little mistress mine good-bye | img2poems |
in your garden let me lie
underneath the pointed yew
dig my grave for i must die | img2poems |
we have loved the quiet sky
with its tender arch of blue
little mistress mine good-bye | img2poems |
that i still may feel you nigh
in your virgin bosom too
dig my grave for i must die | img2poems |
xii
to m
asinius who stole napery | img2poems |
lxxxvii
lxxv
to lesbia | img2poems |
meus hic pulicianus
tam bellum sibi passerem catulli
intra viscera habere concupiscit | img2poems |
or on thy lips the fierce fond boy
marks with his teeth the furious joy
francis | img2poems |
quidam mollior anseris medulla
furatum venit hoc amor poenae
furetur licet usque non videbo | img2poems |
one than a goose's marrow softer far
comes hither stealing for it's penalty sake
steal he as please him: i will see him not | img2poems |
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