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The Heights Of Love

The moonrise in her sojourn of silver splendor, can she compare to the heights of love? far above the crowning precipice of Mount Everest, where stars sweeten lovers' senses, and swirl in their eyes, so newly romantic are they. In youthful breathlessness they promise eternal devotions into golden age, then kiss beneath a moonglow magnolia tree, in summer's passionate beauty, in the coolness of the eve, as the sun faded and sleeps, and lovers reach the heights of love.

Poem on " Kelebek ruyasi"

Poem on “kelebek ruyasi” Scenes on the heart, left prints Muzafer and Reshtu words Poet's life is the longest poem Hence both's masterpiece modern epics In the butterfly dream love, peace exists Poetry is not that of words clusters But rather is a life, feelings that deliver As in the movie Reshtu tells: “ Poet is like a baker”, So Here kenj’s paraphrase Poets not for themselves they write For nations, upcoming generations Focus on the love found in the heart Get the future free of wars In Classics, Uranus was killed by Kronus Zeus got the poision maker tastes its own The step is to t

Of sweets and Paris...

I remember Paris, Oh! So well,
went there so many times as a child,
 the gabled windows at Montmartre,
and the Seine’s whispers mild.
The Pont du Alexander in grandeur,
and the blinking Eiffel lights,
Champs Elysees taking my breath,
and merry laughter by the nights.
Notre Dame of Hugo’s Hunchback,
the signs of intellectual ferment,
the story of fall of the Bastille,
still evoke my childhood dormant...
The allure of the Mona Lisa,

True Diffidence

My boy, you may take it from me,
That of all the afflictions accurst
With which a man's saddled
And hampered and addled,
A diffident nature's the worst.
Though clever as clever can be -
A Crichton of early romance -
You must stir it and stump it,
And blow your own trumpet,
Or, trust me, you haven't a chance.

Now take, for example, MY case:
I've a bright intellectual brain -
In all London city
There's no one so witty -
I've thought so again and again.
I've a highly intelligent face -
My features cannot be denied -

To Romance

Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious Queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys;
At length, in spells no longer bound,
I break the fetters of my youth;
No more I tread thy mystic round,
But leave thy realms for those of Truth.

And yet 'tis hard to quit the dreams
Which haunt the unsuspicious soul,
Where every nymph a goddess seems,
Whose eyes through rays immortal roll;
While Fancy holds her boundless reign,
And all assume a varied hue;

Yarrow Revisited

. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,
Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"
Was but an Infant in the lap
When first I looked on Yarrow;
Once more, by Newark's Castle-gate
Long left without a warder,
I stood, looked, listened, and with Thee,
Great Minstrel of the Border!
Grave thoughts ruled wide on that sweet day,
Their dignity installing
In gentle bosoms, while sere leaves
Were on the bough, or falling;
But breezes played, and sunshine gleamed-
The forest to embolden;