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~ LG’s Poetry Compilation ~

Adlestrop

YES, I remember Adlestrop--
The name--because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop--only the name--

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry;
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloustershire.
Posted on 5/11/2007 4:44:26 PM
Posted on 5/12/2007 9:05:06 AM
Posted on 5/13/2007 3:19:42 AM
thanx kool and sis
Posted on 5/13/2007 5:13:04 PM


Posted on 5/13/2007 9:51:54 PM
nice workkkkkkkkkkkkk


Posted on 5/14/2007 11:40:02 PM
Posted on 5/16/2007 10:07:20 AM
good going
Posted on 5/17/2007 8:35:38 AM
LG jeee bari achi poetry hai
kidher se chori kerti hoooo

ham ko tu esi nai milti
Posted on 5/18/2007 12:02:19 AM
tum ko nahi mill sakti
Posted on 5/19/2007 4:34:27 AM
kyon mujh ko kyon nai mil sakti

oye chaloo ab yeh lg moto bhi bhag gaye hai


fg u ki lg sis kidher hai bulaooo us ko
Posted on 5/21/2007 1:23:00 AM
ankh bhi ashk bar rakhtye hain
dil main bhi ik ghubar rakhetye hain
koi marham nahi lagata yahan
zakham ham beshumar rakhtye hain
Posted on 5/21/2007 2:20:14 AM
Posted on 5/21/2007 8:56:56 AM
thankooooooo
Posted on 5/21/2007 11:25:18 AM
Posted on 5/21/2007 11:07:03 PM
cutefriend:
kyon mujh ko kyon nai mil sakti

oye chaloo ab yeh lg moto bhi bhag gaye hai


fg u ki lg sis kidher hai bulaooo us ko
CHAL OYE MUJHE
Posted on 5/24/2007 5:14:26 AM
Posted on 5/24/2007 10:59:10 AM
cutefriend:
LG jeee bari achi poetry hai
kidher se chori kerti hoooo

ham ko tu esi nai milti


bus dekhlo.. LG ka secret net system hae
Posted on 5/24/2007 3:00:19 PM
~CHANDNI~:


thanx jaaan
Posted on 5/24/2007 3:00:28 PM
Fairl_Girl:
good going


thanx
Posted on 5/24/2007 3:00:38 PM
kOoLeSt1:


Posted on 5/24/2007 3:00:45 PM
Fairl_Girl:
tum ko nahi mill sakti




inko kisi or per jo nazar hoti hae

i mean.. kisi or poetries per..
Posted on 5/24/2007 3:01:26 PM
cutefriend:
kyon mujh ko kyon nai mil sakti

oye chaloo ab yeh lg moto bhi bhag gaye hai


fg u ki lg sis kidher hai bulaooo us ko


LG sis ne kaheen nahi bhaag na....

Posted on 5/24/2007 3:01:50 PM
cutefriend:
thankooooooo





mera word choori kerlia
Posted on 5/24/2007 3:02:07 PM
Fairl_Girl:
cutefriend:
kyon mujh ko kyon nai mil sakti

oye chaloo ab yeh lg moto bhi bhag gaye hai


fg u ki lg sis kidher hai bulaooo us ko
CHAL OYE MUJHE




shhhh
Posted on 5/24/2007 3:02:22 PM
In Unlikeliest Places

I looked for the fair-fringed gentian
    In the haunts where once it grew,
But I found no trace in the likeliest place,
    Though I searched till the falling dew.
So back I turned to the city,
    And was nearing the busy throng,
When the waning light revealed to my sight
    The flower I had sought so long.

I was weary and full of disquiet;
    I long for the highest and best;
And I failed to find, in the friends once kind,
    An answer which gave me rest.
But there came to me in my trouble
    A friend I had cast aside,
And I thought of the day when the dusty way
    Could give what the field denied.

Henry Hildreth Piper
Posted on 5/24/2007 4:30:54 PM
Pear Tree

SILVER dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms can reach,
you have mounted.
O silver,
higher than my arms can reach
you front us with great mass;
no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;
O white pear,
your flower-tufts,
thick on the branch,
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.
Posted on 5/24/2007 4:31:28 PM
Heat

O WIND, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air-
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut through the heat-
plow through it
turning it on either side
of your path.
Posted on 5/24/2007 4:31:38 PM
Adonis

1.

EACH of us like you
has died once,
has passed through drift of wood-leaves,
cracked and bent
and tortured and unbent
in the winter-frost,
the burnt into gold points,
lighted afresh,
crisp amber, scales of gold-leaf,
gold turned and re-welded
in the sun;

each of us like you
has died once,
each of us has crossed an old wood-path
and found the winter-leaves
so golden in the sun-fire
that even the live wood-flowers
were dark.

2.

Not the gold on the temple-front
where you stand
is as gold as this,
not the gold that fastens your sandals,
nor thee gold reft
through your chiselled locks,
is as gold as this last year's leaf,
not all the gold hammered and wrought
and beaten
on your lover's face.
brow and bare breast
is as golden as this:

each of us like you
has died once,
each of us like you
stands apart, like you
fit to be worshipped.
Posted on 5/24/2007 4:31:51 PM
Oread

WHIRL up, sea--
whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.
Posted on 5/24/2007 4:32:00 PM
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