English poetry

I'm Nobody! Who Are You? I'm Nobody! Who Are You? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us_don't tell! They would banish us, you know.               How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog. To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! By__________Emily Dickinson

Adventures of Isabel Isabel met an enormous bear; Isabel,Isabel, didn't care. The bear was hungry,the bear was revenous,                   The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous. The bear said, Isabel, great to meet you, How do, Isabel, now i'll eat you! Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry; Isabel didn't scream or scurry. She washed her hand and straightened her hair up, Then Isabel quitely ate the bear up. Once on a night as black as pitch Isabel met a wickedold witch. The witch's face was crossed and wrinkled, The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled. Ho, ho, Isabel! the old witch crowed, I'll turn you into an ugly toad Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry;  Isabel didn't scream or scurry. She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,                            But she turned the witch into milk and drank her. ...

The Four Little Foxes Speak gently, spring, and make no sudden sound;           For in my windy valley yesterday i found New-born foxes squirming on the ground_        Speak gently. Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow; Her feet within a trap, her blood upon the snow, The four little foxes saw there mother go_        Walk softly. Go lightly, Spring, Oh give them no alarm; When I covered them with boughs to shelter them form harm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm_        Go lightly. Step softly, March, with your rampant hurricane; Nuzzling one another, and whimpering with pain, The new little foxes are shivering in the rain_        Step softly. By__________________Lew Sarett

Swift Things Are Beautiful Swift things are beautiful: Swallows and deer, And lightening that falls Bright veined and clear, Rivers and meteors, Wind in the wheat, The strong-withered horse, The runner's sure feet. And slow things are beautiful: The closing of day, The pause of the wave The curves downwards to spray, The ember that crumbles, The opening flower, And the ox that moves on In the quite of power. By____________  Elizabeth Coatsworth

The House on the Hill They are all gone away,     The house is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray     The winds blow bleak and shrill:              They are all gone away, Nor is there one today     To speak them good or ill: There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray     Around the sunken still? They are all gone away, And our poor fancy-play     For them is wasted skill: There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay     In the house on the hill: They are all gone away, There is nothing more to say. By________ Edwin Arlington Robinson

There Will Come Soft Rains There will come soft rains and smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white. Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished wtterly; And spring herself when she woke at dawn Would Scarely know that we were gone. By:    Sara Teasdale

The West Wind It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;    I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the west wind, and daffodils. It's a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine, Apple orchards blossom there, and the air's like wine. There is cool green grass there, where men may lie and rest, And the thrushes are in song there, fluting from the nest. "Will ye not come home, brother? ye have been long away, It's April, and blossom time, and white is the spray; And bright is the sun, brother, and warm is the rain._ Will ye not come home, brother, home to us again? "The young corn is green, brother, where the rabbits run, It's blue sky, and white clouds, and warm rain and sun. It's song to a man's soul, brother, fire to a man's brain, To hear the wild be...

میری تحریر کردہ پہلی غزل دو پل تیرے ساتھ کیا گزار لیے صاحب ہم نے بھول کر دی کہ تجھے اپنا ہی سمجھ بیٹھے حال دل ہمارا نہ پوچھے دوستو ان  جانے میں نہ جانے ہم یہ کیا کر بیٹھے ہم جو خدا سے دو قدم دور رہا کرتے تھے کبھی آج تیری بدولت ان کے قریب جا بیٹھے یوں تو تیرا مسکرانا دل کو چھو جاتا ہے میرے من تو کرتا ہے کہ تیرے دل میں ہی جا بیٹھیں تو کہتا ہے کہ انکھوں میں انکھیں ڈال کر بول اتنی ہمت نہیں ہے چاہو تو تیرے پلکھوں میں جا بیٹھیں تو جب بھی کبھی بیٹھنے کے لیے جاۓ کہیں تیرے بیٹھنے سے پہلے وہاں پریاں طواف کر بیٹھیں تو نے کچھ گناہ تو کبھی کیے نہیں ورنہ تیری سزا کاٹنے تیرے قبر میں جا بیٹھیں