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Best Famous Omar Khayyam Poems

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Written by Thomas Hardy | Create an image from this poem

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!


Written by Sidney Lanier | Create an image from this poem

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.
Written by Vachel Lindsay | Create an image from this poem

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.