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Envoy In Autumn Envoy In Autumn

Envoy In Autumn
Here are the doleful rains,And one would say the sky is weepingThe death of the tolerable weather.Tedium cloaks the wit like a veil of cloudsAnd we sit down indoors.Now is the time for poetry coloured with summer.Let it fall on the white paperAs ripe flowers fall from a perfect tree.I will dip down my lips into my cupEach time I wet my brush.And keep my thoughts from wandering as smoke wanders,For time escapes away from you and meQuicker than birds. From the Chinese of Tu Fu (712-770).(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Envoy In Autumn... Poems - Post by : lewraw - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 2717

Hunter's Song Hunter's Song

Hunter's Song
Not a stone from my black slingEver misses anything,But the arrows of your eyeSurer shoot and faster fly.Not one creature that I hitLingers on to know of it,But the game that falls to loveLives and lingers long enough.From the Turkic.(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Hunter's Song... Poems - Post by : madril - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 1574

Things Seen In A Battle Things Seen In A Battle

Things Seen In A Battle
Clear diamond heart,I have been hunting deathAmong the swords.But death abhors my shadow,And I come backWounded with memories.Your eyes,For steel is amorous of steelAnd there are bright blue sparks.Your lips,I see great bloody rosesCut in white dead breasts.Your bed,For I see wrestling bodiesUnder the evening star.From the Turkic.(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Things Seen In A Battle... Poems - Post by : sat1983 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 2841

Distich Distich

Distich
Your face upon a drop of purple wineShows like my soul poised on a bead of blood.From the Turkic of Hussein Baikrani.(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Distich... Poems - Post by : winningteam1 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 2816

The Love Of The Archer Prince The Love Of The Archer Prince

The Love Of The Archer Prince
The Khan. The son of the Khan. The love of the son of the Khan. The veil of the love of the son of the Khan. The clear breeze that lifted the veil of the love of the son of the Khan. The buds of fire that scented the clear breeze that lifted the veil of the love of the son of the Khan. The Archer Prince whose love kissed the buds of fire that scented the clear breeze that lifted the veil of the love of the son of the Khan. And the girl married the Archer Prince whose love... Poems - Post by : driverx - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 2761

Honey Honey

Honey
Young man,If you try to eat honeyOn the blade of a knife,You will cut yourself.If you try to taste honeyOn the kiss of a woman,Taste with the lips only,If not, young man,You will bite your own heart.Song of the Tatars.(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Honey... Poems - Post by : Bud_Fredrick - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 2446

Handing Over The Gun Handing Over The Gun

Handing Over The Gun
Kill me if you will not love me. Here are flints;Ram down the heavy bullet, little leopard, On the black powder.Only you must not shoot me through the head, Nor touch my heart;Because my head is full of the ways of you And my heart is dead.Song of Syria.(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Handing Over The Gun... Poems - Post by : Hutoxi - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 1921

The Sighing Heart The Sighing Heart

The Sighing Heart
I made search for you all my life, and when I found youThere came a trouble on me,So that it seemed my blood escapedAnd my life ran back from meAnd my heart slipped into you.It seems, also, that you are the moonAnd that I am at the top of a tree.If I had wings I would spread them as far as you,Dear bud, that will not openThough the kisses of the holy bird knock at your petal door.Song of Siam.(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Sighing Heart... Poems - Post by : keilo - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 791

See You Have Dancers See You Have Dancers

See You Have Dancers
See you have dancers and wine and a girl like one of the angels (If they exist),And find a clear stream singing near its birth and a bed of moss (If moss exists),For loving and singing to the dancers and drinking and forgetting hell (If hell exists),Because this is a pastime better than paradise (If paradise exists).From the Persian of Omar Khayyam (eleventh century).(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: See You... Poems - Post by : dixy98 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 1941

A Request A Request

A Request
When I am cold and undesirous and my lids lie dead,Come to watch by the body that loved you and say:This is Rondagui, whom I killed and my heart regrets for ever.From the Persian of Rondagui (tenth century).(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Request... Poems - Post by : stephan - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 3635

I Asked My Love I Asked My Love

I Asked My Love
I asked my love: "Why do you make yourself so beautiful?" "To please myself.I am the eye, the mirror, and the loveliness;The loved one and the lover and the love."From the Persian of Abu-Said (978-1062).(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: I Asked My Love... Poems - Post by : ClickBank - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 3074

The Roses The Roses

The Roses
Roses are a wandering scent from heaven.Rose-seller, why do you sell your roses?For silver? But with the silver from your rosesWhat can you buy so precious as your roses?From the Persian of Abu-Yshac (middle of the tenth century).(Note: THE ROSES, this rubai made Abu Yshac famous. He died at least twenty years before the birth of Omar Khayyam. Readers will have been struck by the similarity of idea in "The Roses" and in two lines in Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat: I often wonder what the vintners buyOne-half so precious as the goods they sell.)(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Roses... Poems - Post by : cashgalore - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 2924

Too Short A Night Too Short A Night

Too Short A Night
Lily of Streams lay by my side last nightAnd to my prayers gave answers of delight;Day came before our fairy-tale was finished,Because the tale was long, not short the night.From the Persian of Abu-Said (978-1062).(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Too Short A Night... Poems - Post by : mjbren - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 1242

To His Love Instead Of A Promised Picture-book To His Love Instead Of A Promised Picture-book

To His Love Instead Of A Promised Picture-book
The greater and the lesser ills: He waved his grey hand wearily Back to the anger of the sea,Then forward to the blue of hills.Out from the shattered barquenteen The black frieze-coated sailors bore Their dying despot to the shoreAnd wove a crazy palanquin.They found a valley where the rain Had worn the fern-wood to a paste And tiny streams came down in hasteTo eastward of the mountain chain.And here was handiwork of Cretes, And olives grew beside a stone, And one slim phallos stood aloneBlasphemed at by the paroquets.Hard by a wall... Poems - Post by : michiyo - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 2603

Hearts Of Women Hearts Of Women

Hearts Of Women
It is hard for a man to tellThe hidden thought in his friend's heart,And the thought in a man's own heartIs a thing darker.If you have seen a woman's heartBare to your eyes,Go quickly away and never tellWhat you have seen there.Street Song of Manchuria.(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Hearts Of Women... Poems - Post by : Terrance - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 802

Fire And Love Fire And Love

Fire And Love
If you do not want your heartBurnt at a small flameLike a spitted sheep,Fly the love of women.Fire burns what it touches,But love burns from afar.Folk Song of Manchuria.(The end)Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Fire And Love... Poems - Post by : switchisp - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 914

The Holy Swan The Holy Swan

The Holy Swan
Fair journey, O holy swan with gold wings;O holy swan that I love, fair journey!Carry this letter for me to the new land,The place where my lover labours.If it rains fly low beneath the trees,If the sun is hot fly in the forest shadows;If any ask you where you are goingDo not answer.You who rise for so long a journey,Avoid the roofs at the hour when the sun is red.Carry this letter to the new land of my lover.If he is faithful, give it to him;If he has forgotten, read it to him onlyAnd let the lightning burn it afterwards.Song of... Poems - Post by : Paul_Walsh - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 917

Khap-salung Khap-salung

Khap-salung
Seeing that I adore you,Scarf of golden flowers,Why do you stay unmarried?As the liana at a tree's footThat quivers to wind it round,So do I wait for you. I pray youDo not detest me....I have come to say farewell.Farewell, scarf;Garden RoyalWhere none may enter,Gaudy moneyI may not spend.Song of the Love Nights of Laos.(Note: THE LOVE NIGHTS OF LAOS, "Wan-Pak" Nights, at the eighth evening of the waxing or waning of the moon, when even Buddha has no fault to find with love-making in the thickets. Songs are sung on these nights to the accompaniments of the "Khane," a pan-pipe of... Poems - Post by : warrior28 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 1098

Misadventure Misadventure

Misadventure
Ever at the far side of the currentThe fishes hurl and swim,For pelicans and great birdsWatch and go fishingOn the bank-side.No man dare go aloneIn the dim great forest,But if I were as strongAs the green tigerI would go.The holy swan on the seaWishes to pass over with his wings,But I think it would be hardTo go so far.If you are still pure,Tell me, darling;If you are no longerClear like an evening star,You are the heart of a great treeEaten by insects.Why do you lower your eyes?Why do you not look at me?When the blue elephantFinds a lotus by the water-sideHe... Poems - Post by : RockM - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 656

You Do Not Want Me? You Do Not Want Me?

You Do Not Want Me?
You do not want me, Zohrah.Is it because I am maimed?Yet Tamour-leng was maimed,Going on crippled feet,And he conquered the vast of the world.You do not want me, Zohrah.Is it because I am maimed?Yet I have one arm to fight for you,One arm to crush you to my rough breast,One arm to break men for you.It was to shield you from the KhargisThat I drag this stump in the long days.It has been so with my women;They would have made you a toy for heat.After their chief with his axe once swingingCut my left arm, that, severed, bloody, and dead,Yet struggled... Poems - Post by : Jerry_McGough - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edward Powys Mathers - Read : 3409