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Best Famous Omar Khayyam Poems

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by Sidney Lanier | |

The Stirrup-Cup

 Death, thou'rt a cordial old and rare:
Look how compounded, with what care!
Time got his wrinkles reaping thee
Sweet herbs from all antiquity.
David to thy distillage went, Keats, and Gotama excellent, Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright, And Shakespeare for a king-delight.
Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt: Hand me the cup whene'er thou wilt; 'Tis thy rich stirrup-cup to me; I'll drink it down right smilingly.


by Omar Khayyam | |

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light.


by Omar Khayyam | |

Dreaming

Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky,
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
“Awake, my Little ones, and fill the cup
Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.


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by Omar Khayyam | |

And as the Cock crew

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted—“Open then the Door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more.


by Omar Khayyam | |

Now the New Year

Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.


by Omar Khayyam | |

Irám indeed is gone

Irám indeed is gone with all its Rose,
And Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where no one knows:
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the Water blows.


by Omar Khayyam | |

And David’s Lips are lockt

And David’s Lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.


by Vachel Lindsay | |

On Reading Omar Khayyam

 [During an anti-saloon campaign, in central Illinois.
] In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish without me) And hid by a rose-hung wall, Forgetting the murder about me; And wrote, from my wound, on the stone, In mirth, half prayer, half play: — "Send me a picture book, Send me a song, to-day.
" I saw him there by the wall When I scarce had written the line, In the enemy's colors dressed And the serpent-standard of wine Writhing its withered length From his ghostly hands o'er the ground, And there by his shadowy breast The glorious poem I found.
This was his world-old cry: Thus read the famous prayer: "Wine, wine, wine and flowers And cup-bearers always fair!" 'Twas a book of the snares of earth Bordered in gold and blue, And I read each line to the wind And read to the roses too: And they nodded their womanly heads And told to the wall just why For wine of the earth men bleed, Kingdoms and empires die.
I envied the grape stained sage: (The roses were praising him.
) The ways of the world seemed good And the glory of heaven dim.
I envied the endless kings Who found great pearls in the mire, Who bought with the nation's life The cup of delicious fire.
But the wine of God came down, And I drank it out of the air.
(Fair is the serpent-cup, But the cup of God more fair.
) The wine of God came down That makes no drinker to weep.
And I went back to battle again Leaving the singer asleep.


by Thomas Hardy | |

Sapphic Fragment

 "Thou shalt be--Nothing.
"--Omar Khayyam.
"Tombless, with no remembrance.
"--W.
Shakespeare.
Dead shalt thou lie; and nought Be told of thee or thought, For thou hast plucked not of the Muses' tree: And even in Hades' halls Amidst thy fellow-thralls No friendly shade thy shade shall company!