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by Matsuo Basho

The squid sellers call

 The squid seller's call
mingles with the voice
 of the cuckoo.


by Robert Herrick

THE VOICE AND VIOL

 Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing
To th' lute or viol, then 'tis ravishing.


by Emily Dickinson

Confirming All who analyze

 Confirming All who analyze
In the Opinion fair
That Eloquence is when the Heart
Has not a Voice to spare --


by Emily Dickinson

Silence is all we dread

 Silence is all we dread.
There's Ransom in a Voice -- But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face.


by Robert Frost

A Question

 A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.


by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sacrifice

THOUGH love repine and reason chafe  
There came a voice without reply ¡ª 
'T is man's perdition to be safe, 
When for the truth he ought to die.


by Hilaire Belloc

The Telephone

 To-night in million-voiced London I 
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky 
Until your single voice.
Ah! So the sun Peoples all heaven, although he be but one.


by Omar Khayyam

Once, in a potter's shop, a company

Once, in a potter's shop, a company
Of cups in converse did I chance to see,
And lo! one lifted up his voice, and cried,
«Who made, who sells, who buys this crockery?»


by Omar Khayyam

Man is a cup, his soul the wine therein,

Man is a cup, his soul the wine therein,
Flesh is a pipe, spirit the voice within;
O Khayyam, have you fathomed what man is?
A magic lantern with a light therein!
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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.


by Henry Van Dyke

To Julia Marlowe

 Long had I loved this "Attic shape," the brede 
Of marble maidens round this urn divine:
But when your golden voice began to read,
The empty urn was filled with Chian wine.


by Robert Herrick

TO HIS PATERNAL COUNTRY

 O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be
Loving and gentle for to cover me!
Banish'd from thee I live;--ne'er to return,
Unless thou giv'st my small remains an urn.


by Omar Khayyam

For me heaven's sphere no music ever made,

For me heaven's sphere no music ever made,
Nor yet with soothing voice my fears allayed;
If e'er I found brief respite from my woes,
Back to woe's thrall I was at once betrayed.


by Omar Khayyam

Angel of joyful foot! the dawn is nigh;

Angel of joyful foot! the dawn is nigh;
Pour wine, and lift your tuneful voice on high,
Sing how Jemshids and Khosraus bit the dust,
Whelmed by the rolling months, from Tir to Dai!


by Omar Khayyam

The sun doth smite the roofs with Orient ray

The sun doth smite the roofs with Orient ray
And, Khosrau like, his wine-red sheen display;
Arise, and drink! the herald of the dawn
Uplifts his voice, and cries, «Oh, drink to-day!»


by Wanda Phipps

Morning Poem #6

 groggy voice
hangover head
phone rongs
work call
money writing
muddled thoughts
adrenaline rush
hands clutch
power book
pauses comerapid doubts
make calls
take notes
ming push
fear waits


by Robert Herrick

On Julias Voice

 So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, 
As, could they hear, the Damned would make no noise, 
But listen to thee (walking in thy chamber) 
melting melodious words to Lutes of Amber.


by Omar Khayyam

Some look for truth in creeds, and forms, and rules;

Some look for truth in creeds, and forms, and rules;
Some grope for doubts or dogmas in the schools;
But from behind the veil a voice proclaims,
«Your road lies neither here nor there, O fools.»


by Omar Khayyam

One morning, coming from the tavern I heard a voice

One morning, coming from the tavern I heard a voice
which said: Come, joyous drinkers, youthful fools, arise,
and fill with me a cup of wine, ere Fate shall come to
fill the cup of our existence.


by James Joyce

Because Your Voice Was at My Side

 Because your voice was at my side 
I gave him pain, 
Because within my hand I held 
Your hand again.
There is no word nor any sign Can make amend -- - He is a stranger to me now Who was my friend.


by Stephen Crane

I walked in a desert

 I walked in a desert.
And I cried, "Ah, God, take me from this place!" A voice said, "It is no desert.
" I cried, "Well, But -- The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.
" A voice said, "It is no desert.
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by Mahmoud Darwish

A Lover From Palestine

 Her eyes are Palestinian
Her name is Palestinian
Her dress and sorrow Palestinian
Her kerchief, her feet and body Palestinian
Her words and silence Palestinian
Her voice Palestinian
Her birth and her death Palestinian


by Walt Whitman

As Adam Early in the Morning

 AS Adam, early in the morning, 
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep; 
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach, 
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass; 
Be not afraid of my Body.
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by Emily Dickinson

If those I loved were lost

 If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me --
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent would ring --

Did those I loved repose
The Daisy would impel me.
Philip -- when bewildered Bore his riddle in!


by Emily Dickinson

A South Wind -- has a pathos

 A South Wind -- has a pathos
Of individual Voice --
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples -- And much not understood -- The fairer -- for the farness -- And for the foreignhood.


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