O There Is Blessing In This Gentle Breeze

O there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.

~ William Wordsworth

The Muezzin

The Muezzin
by Vita Sackville-West
Read by Elizabeth Klett

Above the city at his feet,
Above the dome, above the sea,
He rises unconfined and free
To break upon the noonday heat.

He turns around the parapet,
Black-robed against the marble tower;
His singing gains or loses power
In pacing round the minaret.

A brother to the singing birds
He never knew restraining walls,
But freely rises, freely falls
The rhythm of the sacred words.

I would that it to me were given
To climb each day the muezzin’s stair
And in the warm and silent air
To sing my heart out into Heaven.

Bulbul

Little bulbul at my window,
To what purpose are you singing?
Can’t you hear the noise and clamour?
Can’t you sense the disaccord?
Who, amid this blare, will ever
Hear your gentle mellow tunes?

Go blend with the glens of calmness:
Here’s no place for birds that tweet;
Here’s a place for birds of prey
Whose essence is to tear and eat.

~ Poetictouch

Oh As I Was Young and Easy

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

~ Dylan Thomas

The Rainbow Comes And Goes

The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose.

~ William Wordsworth

In A Station Of The Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.

~ Ezra Pound
In A Station Of The Metro

From Nature Doth Emotion Come

From Nature doth emotion come, and moods
Of calmness equally are Nature's gift:
This is her glory; these two attributes
Are sister horns that constitute her strength.

~ William Wordsworth