If I am your priest Confess to me all, If I am your lover Trust in this fall, If I am your guru Then listen deeply, If I am your friend...

Even the beautiful must perish; it sways the gods, and rules mankind! Yet it does not move the iron breast of the Stygean Zeus. Only once...

Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and confound you, I found...

Come spring, the grand apple trees stand watered by a gushing river where the maidens’ uncut flowers shiver and the blossoming grape vine...

Here lies One whose name was writ in water- O Delphic streams washing aged tombs by! A single glance spare when violets cry Near one...

William Shakespeare (baptized April 26, 1564 – died April 23, 1616) is arguably the greatest writer in any language. His poetry is not...

This concludes a third in the series of poems, based on the poet's journey to Niagara Falls. Parts 1 & 2 can be found here. Father...

I think of you when the shimmering sea waves Shine bright on me; I think of you when the moon's resplendent rays Light up each stream. I...

Again I sit, as I sat long ago, Upon a rock, among the delicate ferns, While all around, the rushing waters flow In violent, impetuous...

A stream of rain from fissured mountains, It comes with thunder's vehemence, A shattered peak pursues its fountains, And oaks beneath it...

Soft, cool Northern Summer morning, You often greet my eyes in pleasant dreams, Old friend, who whispered to me in my youth Of love, or...

Oh Love, who takes his power from on high, As the sun does its splendor, So do the rays of your perpetual fire Shine brighter where they...