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| Arabian Nights
| Arp, Jean Hans
| Atwood, Margaret
| Auden, Wystan Hugh
| Baba Tahir Oryan of Hamadan
| Baudelaire, Charles
| Behramoglu, Ataol
| Blake, William
| Brecht, Bertolt
| Breton, André
| Byron, Gordon George (Lord)
| Carroll, Lewis
| C'hang Ling, Wan
| Chen, Yuan
| Clough, Arthur Hugh
| Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
| Cosbuc, George
| Cummings, Edward Estlin
| Dario, Ruben
| De Cleyre, Voltairine
| De Vere, Aubrey
| Dickinson, Emily
| Donne, John
| Eluard, Paul
| Emerson, Ralph Waldo
| Emre, Yunus
| Faiz, Faiz Ahmed
| Farrokhzad, Forough
| Gay, John
| Gibran, Khalil
| Ginsberg, Allen
| Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von
| Herrick, Robert
| Hikmet, Nazim
| Hughes, Langston
| Hung, Han
| Jamal, Mo
| Jones, LeRoi
| Keats, John
| Kipling, Rudyard
| Kushrau, Amir
| Lawson, Henry
| Lennon, John
| Levertov, Denise
| Lindsay, Vachel
| Mayakovsky, Vladimir
| Milligan, Spike
| Mistral, Gabriela
| Morrisson, Jim
| Neruda, Pablo
| O'Shaughnessy, Arthur
| Parker, Dorothy
| Paterson, Andrew Barton "Banjo"
| Paz, Octavio
| Plath, Sylvia
| Poe, Edgar Allen
| Pope, Alexander
| Pound, Ezra
| Rilke, Rainer Maria
| Rumi, Djalal-ud-Din
| Saales, Akhavan
| Scott, F.R.
| Sepehri, Sohrab
| Shakespeare, William
| Shamlu, Ahmad
| Shelley, Percy Bysshe
| Sheridan, Richard B.
| Tennyson, Alfred
| Thomas, Dylan
| Veli Kanik, Ohran
| Whitman, Walt
| Wilde, Oscar
| Williams, William Carlos
| Wordsworth, William
| Yeats, William Butler
| Yushij, Nima
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Song of the Wave
I and the shore are lovers :
The wind unites us and separates us.
I come from beyond the twilight
to merge the silver of my foam with the gold of its sand;
And I cool its burning heart with my moisture.
At dawn's coming I read passion's law to my beloved,
And he draws me to his breast.
At even I chant the prayer of longing,
And he embraces me.
I am fretful and without rest,
But my loved one is the friend of patience.
Comes the ebb and I embrace my love;
It flows, and I am fallen at his feet.
How I danced around the daughters of the sea
When they rose up from the depths
To sit upon the rocks
And behold the stars !
How I hearkened to the lover
Protesting his passion to a comely maid :
I did help him with sighing and moaning.
How I consorted with the rocks when they were
cold and still,
And caressed them, laughing, when they smiled not !
How I delivered bodies from the deep
And brought them to the living !
In what measure did I steal from the depths
Pearls, and gave to the daughters of beauty!
In the still night when all created things embrace
the phantom of sleep, I alone am awake, now
singing, now sighing.
Alas, wakefulness has destroyed me, but I am a
lover and the truth of Love is awakening.
Behold my life;
As I have lived, so shall I die.
A Tear And A Smile
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
for the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
to flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than
that I live weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing,
and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
and sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
the sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return
to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
the greater spirit to move in the world of matter
and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
and return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.