Post by Datuk Seri Maharaja Dúryodhanã on Jul 7, 2014 17:19:43 GMT -8
"The light is shot through with strips of sky In prismatic plethora of powers As breakers in the tide do as lovers surge in a ride. In this music that whips through flowers They blossom even as they sigh:
Enchanted by the solar nexus in the Cosmic Hearth Life rose, like a solemn prelate As the blackbird called for song. Like a crashing gong She echoed the First Sound that now doth oscillate Benediction to the awakened Earth."
عشبي الحروف وأعرف ما أُريد دعوني لنفسي، لربابتي وغيابكم
Jeanne: Hello visitors....Thanks for dropping by. Lets revive Poetic Horizons. I'm very tired of Facebook and have never felt comfortable posting poetry there. So look around and register. Lets get this place moving!
Mar 30, 2019 1:55:53 GMT -8
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.