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The Blind Boy

by Colley Cibber

O SAY what is that thing call’d Light,
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!

You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?

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Coromandel Fishers

by Sarojini Naidu

Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!

No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives.

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Questions Of Travel

by Elizabeth Bishop

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
- For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,

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Village Song

by Sarojini Naidu

HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going?
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing?
Would you leave the mother who on golden grain has fed you?
Would you grieve the lover who is riding forth to wed you?
Mother mine, to the wild forest I am going,
Where upon the champa boughs the champa buds are blowing;
To the köil-haunted river-isles where lotus lilies glisten,
The voices of the fairy folk are calling me: O listen!
Honey, child, honey, child, the world is full of pleasure,
Of bridal-songs and cradle-songs and sandal-scented leisure.

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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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Recent Sun Poems

Bracelet of Stars

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Gems adorn orange moon, bracelet of stars
Sinks crimson sun. Bullfrogs, in twiggy marsh.
Swirling in space, stars chase opaline darkness,
On forever road, illuminated in hued sharpness.
Green is moonlit valley, sunset, star crowned,
When bracelet jingles, felt upon solid gound.

Magenta Blaze

by Ghairo Daniels

eyes dazed by magenta blaze

skin torn by piercing thorn

blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn

she knows her season is done

a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun

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The sun climbs out to reach you

by John Hughes

The sun is sinking yet climbing and maneuvering through the trees, the branches, the leaves, the buildings, the windows, the smog, and the streaks on the window to reach you and touch you and your head. Its like it wants to give all of its love to you no matter where you are.

Mellow Paradise

by Margaret Chekh

Beneath the rays of the unmerciful sun
July sang its old drowsy tune,
Even the birds made no move to shun,
As they stood mesmerized by the croon.

In that hush of a golden disc,
I surrendered to stillness of grove;
Only thoughts were not silent and brisk,
Aching bitterly, longing to prove

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quechua, llaqtaq runakunapaq

by atef ayadi

ñuqa hamuyku punchawkunapi,
ch’isi, k’uychi, ch’uñu,
mana tukuychu kanki.