Best Famous Accordance Poems

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Written by Keith Douglas | Cairo Jag Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English or the Turk who says she is a princess--she dances apparently by levitation? Or Marcelle, Parisienne always preoccupied with her dull dead lover: she has all the photographs and his letters tied in a bundle and stamped Decede in mauve ink. All this takes place in a stink of jasmin. But there are the streets dedicated to sleep stenches and the sour smells, the sour cries do not disturb their application to slumber all day, scattered on the pavement like rags afflicted with fatalism and hashish. The women offering their children brown-paper breasts dry and twisted, elongated like the skull, Holbein's signature. But his stained white town is something in accordance with mundane conventions- Marcelle drops her Gallic airs and tragedy suddenly shrieks in Arabic about the fare with the cabman, links herself so with the somnambulists and legless beggars: it is all one, all as you have heard. But by a day's travelling you reach a new world the vegetation is of iron dead tanks, gun barrels split like celery the metal brambles have no flowers or berries and there are all sorts of manure, you can imagine the dead themselves, their boots, clothes and possessions clinging to the ground, a man with no head has a packet of chocolate and a souvenir of Tripoli.

Written by Czeslaw Milosz | Father Explains "There where that ray touches the plain And the shadows escape as if they really ran, Warsaw stands, open from all sides, A city not very old but quite famous. "Farther, where strings of rain hang from a little cloud, Under the hills with an acacia grove Is Prague. Above it, a marvelous castle Shored against a slope in accordance with old rules. "What divides this land with white foam Is the Alps. The black means fir forests. Beyond them, bathing in the yellow sun Italy lies, like a deep-blue dish. "Among the many fine cities that are there You will recogni2e Rome, Christendom's capital, By those round roofs on the church Called the Basilica of Saint Peter. "And there, to the north, beyond a bay, Where a level bluish mist moves in waves, Paris tries to keep pace with its tower And reins in its herd of bridges. "Also other cities accompany Paris, They are adorned with glass, arrayed in iron, But for today that would be too much, I'll tell the rest another time

Written by Omar Khayyam | How long will you blame us, O ignorant man of God! How long will you blame us, O ignorant man of God! We are the patrons of the tavern, we are constantly overcome with wine. You are given up entirely to your chaplet, to your hypocrisy, and your infernal machinations. We, cup in hand and always near the object of our love, live in accordance with our desires.

Written by Francesco Petrarch | Sonnet XXVII SONNET XXVII. Apollo, s' ancor vive il bel desio. HE COMPARES HER TO A LAUREL, WHICH HE SUPPLICATES APOLLO TO DEFEND. O Phœbus, if that fond desire remains,Which fired thy breast near the Thessalian wave;If those bright tresses, which such pleasure gave,Through lapse of years thy memory not disdains;From sluggish frosts, from rude inclement rains.Which last the while thy beams our region leave,That honour'd sacred tree from peril save,Whose name of dear accordance waked our pains!And, by that amorous hope which soothed thy care,What time expectant thou wert doom'd to sighDispel those vapours which disturb our sky!So shall we both behold our favorite fairWith wonder, seated on the grassy mead,And forming with her arms herself a shade. Nott. [Pg 38] If live the fair desire, Apollo, yetWhich fired thy spirit once on Peneus' shore,And if the bright hair loved so well of yoreIn lapse of years thou dost not now forget,From the long frost, from seasons rude and keen,Which last while hides itself thy kindling brow,Defend this consecrate and honour'd bough,Which snared thee erst, whose slave I since have been.And, by the virtue of the love so dearWhich soothed, sustain'd thee in that early strife,Our air from raw and lowering vapours clear:So shall we see our lady, to new lifeRestored, her seat upon the greensward take,Where her own graceful arms a sweet shade o'er her make. Macgregor.

Written by Omar Khayyam | Present a salutation on my account to Mostapha, and Present a salutation on my account to Mostapha, and afterward say to him with all the deference due: O Lord Hachemite! why, in accordance with the law of the Koran, is the sharp doug [whey] lawful, yet pure wine prohibited? 358

Written by Omar Khayyam | We have arrived too late in this circle of being, and We have arrived too late in this circle of being, and have descended below human dignity. Oh! since life is not passed in accordance with our vows, it is better that it should be finished, for we are glutted with it! 351

Written by Omar Khayyam | Suppose that you have lived in this world in accordance Suppose that you have lived in this world in accordance with your desires; ah, well! after that? Think to yourself that the end of your days has arrived; ah, well! after that? Admitting that you have lived for a hundred years surrounded by all that your heart could desire, imagine in your turn, that you have another hundred years to live; ah, well! after that? 372