< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems War One night a feast was held in the palace, and there came a man and prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that the empty socket bled. And the prince inquired of […]
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“The Seven Selves” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems The Seven Selves In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper: First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate […]
“On Giving and Taking” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems On Giving and Taking Once there lived a man who had a valley—full of needles. And one day the mother of Jesus came to him and said: “Friend, my son’s garment is torn and I must needs mend it before he goeth to the temple. Wouldst thou not give […]
“The Two Hermits” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems The Two Hermits Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who worshipped God and loved one another. Now these two hermits had one earthen bowl, and this was their only possession. One day an evil spirit entered into the heart of the older hermit and he came to […]
“The Wise Dog” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems The Wise Dog One day there passed by a company of cats a wise dog. And as he came near and saw that they were very intent and heeded him not, he stopped. Then there arose in the midst of the company a large, grave cat and looked upon […]
“The Sleep-Walkers” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems The Sleep-Walkers In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, who walked in their sleep. One night, while silence enfolded the world, the woman and her daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden. And the mother spoke, and she said: “At last, […]
“The Scarecrow” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems The Scarecrow Once I said to a scarecrow, “You must be tired of standing in this lonely field.” And he said, “The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I never tire of it.” Said I, after a minute of thought, “It is true; for I […]
“My Friend” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems My Friend My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear—a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The “I” in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever […]
“God” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems God In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, “Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more.” But God made no answer, […]
“How I Became A Madman” by Kahlil Gibran
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems How I Became A Madman You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,—the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,—I ran maskless […]
“The Voice of the Ancient Bard” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Voice of the Ancient Bard Youth of delight! come hither And see the opening morn, Image of Truth new-born. Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason, Dark disputes and artful teazing. Folly is an endless maze; Tangled roots perplex her ways; How many have fallen there! They stumble […]
“The Schoolboy” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Schoolboy I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me: O what sweet company! But to go to school in a summer morn,— O it drives all joy away! Under […]
“To Tirzah” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems To Tirzah Whate’er is born of mortal birth Must be consumèd with the earth, To rise from generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? The sexes sprung from shame and pride, Blowed in the morn, in evening died; But mercy changed death into sleep; The sexes […]
“A Cradle Song” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems A Cradle Song Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel, […]
“A Little Girl Lost” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems A Little Girl Lost Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold, Free from winter’s cold, Youth and maiden bright, To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight. […]
“A Little Boy Lost” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems A Little Boy Lost ‘Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know. ‘And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs […]
“Infant Sorrow” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems Infant Sorrow My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father’s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother’s breast. —William Blake […]
“The Little Vagabond” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Little Vagabond Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold; But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm. Besides, I can tell where I am used well; Such usage in heaven will never do well. But, if at the Church they would give us some ale, And […]
“The Lily” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Lily The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. —William Blake Original Illustration of The Lily by William Blake Watch The Lily by William Blake […]
“Ah, Sunflower” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems Ah, Sunflower Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller’s journey is done; Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower […]