If you show patience, I’ll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I’ll rub the sleep from your eyes.
If you become a mountain, I’ll melt you in fire.
And if you become an ocean, I’ll drink all your water.
Similar Posts
For Once, Then, Something – Poem by Robert Frost
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbsAlways wrong to the light, so never seeingDeeper down in the well than where the waterGives me back in a shining surface pictureMe myself in the summer heaven godlikeLooking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,I discerned, as I…
A New Rule
It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other,to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene.The lover is even worse than a drunkard.I will tell you what love is: to enter a mine of gold.And what is that gold?The lover is a king above all kings,unafraid of death, not at all interested in…
Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death’s second…
Hyla Brook – Poem by Robert Frost
By June our brook’s run out of song and speed.Sought for much after that, it will be foundEither to have gone groping underground(And taken with it all the Hyla breedThat shouted in the mist a month ago,Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)–Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,Weak foliage that is blown…
Spring And Winter< by William Shakespeare
WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,And lady-smocks all silver-white,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hueDo paint the meadows with delight,The cuckoo then, on every tree,Mocks married men; for thus sings he,Cuckoo!Cuckoo, cuckoo! – O word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,When turtles tread, and rooks, and…
Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world.
Let us go prostrating to the sea like a torrent, then let us go foaming upon the face of the sea.Let us journey from this street of mourning to the wedding feast, let us go from this saffron face to the face of the Judas tree blossom.Trembling like a leaf and twig from fear of…