"sonnet"タグの名言

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Just let me wait a little while longer, Under your window in the quite snow. Let me stand here and shiver, I’ll be stronger If I can see your light before I go. All through the weeks I’ve tried to keep my balance. Leaves fell, then rain, then shadows, I fell too. Easy restraint is not among my talents, Fall turned to Winter and I came to you. Kissed by the snow I contemplate your face. Oh, do not hide it in your pillow yet! Warm rooms would never lure me from this place, If only I could see your silhouette. Turn on your light, my sun, my summer love. Zero degrees down here, July above.

I am sonnets full of stardust within the meter of my skin.

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

আমি কি তোমাকে গ্রীষ্মকালীন দিনের সঙ্গে তুলনা করতে পারি? তুমি তারও চেয়ে বেশি সুন্দর এবং সহনশীল এটা জানি, এলোমেলো হাওয়া মে ফুলের মিষ্টি পাপড়িকে নাড়িয়ে যায় এবং গ্রীষ্মের ছুটির অবকাশও ক্ষণস্থায়ী বলে হারায় কখনো বা সূর্যের প্রখর তাপ ও সোনালী আভা মেঘের আড়ালে ঝাপসা হয়ে যায় এবং এভাবে প্রতিটি সুন্দর অন্তর্নিহিত বিভা হারায়; কখনোবা দৈবাৎ, কখনোবা প্রকৃতির অমোঘ নিয়মে। কিন্তু তোমার শাশ্বত সৌন্দর্য কখনো বিবর্ণ হবে না; কখনো তোমার আয়ত্তাধীন সৌন্দর্য হারাবে না। এমনকি মৃত্যুও পারবে না তার আলো ছায়া দিয়ে তোমাকে অদৃশ্য করতে! কেননা তুমি শাশ্বত সুন্দর হয়ে বেড়ে উঠেছো। যতকাল মানুষ বেঁচে রবে বা দু’চোখ মেলে দেখতে পাবে, ততকাল এই কবিতা রয়ে যাবে যা তোমাকেও অমরতা দেবে।

Mainspring of Life (A Sonnet) I have no nationality except humanity, I have no tradition except compassion, I have no religion except liberty, I have no god except a family of 7 billion, I have no belief but only awareness, I have no creed but only acceptance, I have no messiah except the self, I have no scripture except my conscience, I have no gospel except godliness, I have no sermon except thought, I have no philosophy except oneness, I have nothing to give you except love a whole lot, I demand no obedience, nor do I desire worship and offering, For there is death in worship, and freedom is life's mainspring.

Sonnet of Sapiens No religion is greater than love, For love is the embodiment of divinity, No church is higher than the self, Cause the self is the manifestation of the Almighty, No worship is greater than help, For helping is the service of God, No prayer is as sacred as kindness, For in kindness lies the real act of the Lord, No scripture is more glorious than the mind, For the mind is the creator of the scriptures, So learn from that scripture within to be of help to your kind, And be the glue to the fabric of humanity healing all ruptures, Heal your kind my friend with your wisdom and warmth transcendent, If not you then who else will unify humanity and rise as sapiens triumphant.

Sonnet of Human I am but a human who's got no name, Simply alive in the land of liberty, I am but a human who talks no lame, Simply communicates with utter serenity, I am but a human who despises harming, No matter what some books command, I am but a human who loves not blaming, No matter how much my peers demand, I am but a human who lives not in history, Simply breathes in the now and here, I am but a human who's curious in mystery, And loves to investigate forged with questionnaire, I am but a human teeming with awareness beyond all race and clans, I am but a human whose religion is liberty and god the humans.

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.