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Abhangs (A Short Collection)

by Sant Tukaram

1
I was sleeping when Namdeo and Vitthal Stepped into my dream.
'Your job is to make poems. Stop wasting time,' Namdeo said.
Vitthal gave me the measure and gently aroused me from a dream inside a dream.
Namdeo vowed to write one billion poems.
'Tuka, all the unwritten ones are your responsibility.'

2
To repeat Your name is to string pearls together.
The pleasure in your manifested form is always new.

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The Country Of Marriage

by Wendell Berry

I.

I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.

II.

This comes after silence. Was it something I said

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Litany

by Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

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Vocation

by Rabindranath Tagore

When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our
lane.
Every day I meet the hawker crying, "Bangles, crystal
bangles!"
There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must
take, no place he must go to, no time when he must come home.
I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road, crying,
"Bangles, crystal bangles!"
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school,
I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging

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On Turning Ten

by Billy Collins

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten

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Recent House Poems

A Domino Effect

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

John Greenwood was an enterprising young man, and a carpenter;
Like tireless planets in motion, throughout prismatic, starry wonder.

Everyone he knew called him Jack. He built fine houses for a living.
Jack wanted to build his own home, for he was strong, and willing.

Having already purchased farmland, he set about building his home;
Like honeybees, building for summer, when in the sweet syndrome.

He would live there for the moment, and with his someday spouse;

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My house is nowhere to be found

by Aldo Kraas

My house is nowhere to be found
Here in this world it doesn't matter
Where I've been or where I'm going
In this life, my home is not in this
world, I don't belong to a world
full of anger, pain and hatred
Look around, you're dying
there fighting for her own life and
What do we do? We just stand still
As things going on, I don't know

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House

by Nastasimir Franović

House

He had a small but practical house
He quickly gets ready wherever he goes
A house, like a house, a little home, whatever you choose
But to have a house that goes with you
It must be a snail, a hermit crab, or Peter
This is the story of Peter's house that fits on his shoulder
Sometimes blisters him all the way
So Petar stops and fixes it

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House of Summer

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

In a mass of blooms
sits a summer house all gold
on a sandy beach
Momentous waves each moment
of drama filled beauty days

Near the coral lane
adjoining bright reds and plums
beneath blues and cream
Orange and yellows in front

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House in Yellow Daisies

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

The house in the yellow daisies,
is captivated by breezy graces,
near a meadow very green.

Bluebirds flutter by in summer,
scarlet berry bushes to plunder,
where nature is queen.

Gold stars flash all springtime,
when crickets call for nighttime,

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