POEM OF THE DAY : A TEAR AND A SMILE - KHALIL GIBRAN

A TEAR AND A SMILE - KHALIL GIBRAN

(POWERFUL LIFE POETRY)

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RedFrost Motivation

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Written by Khalil Gibran

 

- A Tear and A Smile -

 

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart

For the joys of the multitude.

And I would not have the tears that sadness makes

To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

 

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding

Of life's secrets and hidden things.

A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and

To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

 

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;

A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing

than that I live Weary and despairing.

 

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the

Depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are

Satisfied the most wretched of people.

I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing,

and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

 

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals

And sleeps, embracing her longing.

At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet

The sun's kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.

A tear and a smile.

 

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come

Together and are a cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys

Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping

To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers

to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.

A tear and a smile.

 

And so does the spirit become separated from

The greater spirit to move in the world of matter

And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow

And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death

And return whence it came.

 

To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : SUCCESS BY EMILY DICKINSON

SUCCESS BY EMILY DICKINSON -

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Success - A poem by Emily Dickinson

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POEM OF THE DAY : NO FEAR - RABINDRANATH TAGORE

NO FEAR - RABINDRANATH TAGORE

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Feb 24, 2021

RedFrost Motivation

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Rabindranath Tagore (a.k.a Kabiguru) was a Bengali poet, writer, composer, philosopher and painter who reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art in the 19th century.

 

Full Poem (English Translation):

 

Where the mind Is without fear

and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

 

Where the world has not been

broken up into fragments

by narrow domestic walls;

 

Where words come out

from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches

its arms towards perfection;

 

Where the clear stream

of reason has not lost its way

into the dreary desert sand

of dead habit;

 

Where the mind is

led forward by thee

Into ever-widening

thought and action

 

Into that heaven of freedom,

my Father,

let my country awake.

 

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HOW TO WRITE A POEM

HOW TO WRITE A POEM

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POEM OF THE DAY

POEM OF THE DAY : ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE - JOHN KEATS

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ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE - JOHN KEATS

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John Keat's famous, disconsolate reflection on the nightingale's song.

 

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The full poem from Poetry Foundation.com below:

Ode to a Nightingale

BY JOHN KEATS

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

         My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

         One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

         But being too happy in thine happiness,—

                That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees

                        In some melodious plot

         Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

                Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

         Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,

Tasting of Flora and the country green,

         Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!

O for a beaker full of the warm South,

         Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

                With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

                        And purple-stained mouth;

         That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,

                And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

         What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret

         Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,

         Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;

                Where but to think is to be full of sorrow

                        And leaden-eyed despairs,

         Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

                Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,

         Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

But on the viewless wings of Poesy,

         Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:

Already with thee! tender is the night,

         And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

                Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;

                        But here there is no light,

         Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

                Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,

         Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet

         Wherewith the seasonable month endows

The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;

         White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

                Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;

                        And mid-May's eldest child,

         The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

                The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

         I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

         To take into the air my quiet breath;

                Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

         To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

                While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

                        In such an ecstasy!

         Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—

                   To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

         No hungry generations tread thee down;

The voice I hear this passing night was heard

         In ancient days by emperor and clown:

Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

         Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

                She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

                        The same that oft-times hath

         Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam

                Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

         To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

         As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

         Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

                Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

                        In the next valley-glades:

         Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

                Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?

 

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