You come from unquiet
country into rooms
the marshes empty to
at low tide. Region
of seed kind. Its terraces
secreted in rivers.
The implicate system
you live in or that which is
all the while here unrenders
itself, a civility
of capture and let run.
You are wondrous
in a fundament of greens.
Unknown but you are.
Something inspires the only cow of lateTo make no more of a wall than an open gate,And think no more of wall-builders than fools.Her face is flecked with pomace and she droolsA cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,She scorns a pasture withering to the root.She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten.The windfalls spiked…
Stop for a while and notice,The daily rhymes in our daily lives.Here are just some in mine. [Math class]Integration, differentiationSubstitute the values, and do the calculation. [Chemistry class]Alkenes go through many reactionsBromination, HydrogenationHydration and Addition Polymerisation.Every organic compound has a functional group,Except for benzene which is a carbon loop. [History class]And so, our dear Hitler…
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…
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn a cold valley-fountain of that ground;Which borrowed from this holy fire of LoveA dateless lively heat still to endure,And grew a seeting bath, which yet men proveAgainst strange maladies a sovereign cure.But at my mistress’…
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?O stay and hear! your true-love’s comingThat can sing both high and low;Trip no further, pretty sweeting,Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting-Every wise man’s son doth know. What is love? ’tis not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;What’s to come is still unsure:In delay there lies no plenty,-Then come kiss me,…
ay sâqî, az-ân bâda ke awwal dâd-îriTlê dô dar andâz-o be-y-afzâ shâdîyâ châshniyê az-ân na-bâyast namûdyâ mast-o kharâb kon, chô sar be-g’shâd-î English Translation O cupbearer, from that wine which you first gave,Toss in two [more] cups worth and increase (my) happiness.Either a taste of it must not be made known,Or, if you have opened…
