Rabindranath Tagore – Freedom

Freedom from fear is the freedomI claim for you my motherland!Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoningcall of the future;Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewithyou fasten yourself in night's stillness,mistrusting...

Rabindranath Tagore – Friend

Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By...

Edgar Allan Poe – Spirits Of The Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone;Not one, of all the crowd, to pryInto thine hour of secrecy.Be silent in that solitude,Which is not loneliness- for thenThe spirits of the dead, who stoodIn life before thee, are againIn death around thee,...

Charles Bukowski – His Wife The Painter

There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like insanity sprung from a waving line; Turgenev, Turgenev, says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane Austin, too. "I am going to do her portrait on the 28th, while...

Emily Dickinson – I know that He exists (Poem 365)

I know that He exists. Somewhere – in silence – He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ’Tis an instant’s play – ’Tis a fond Ambush – Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But – should the play Prove piercing earnest – Should the glee – glaze – In Death’s – stiff...