Your favourite poet...

YEVTUSHENKO.. Stolen Apples.
 
Mine are Neruda...Faiz and Faraz...not necessarily on that order...here are some poems by them..

Dream

That moon traveled with me
in this barren forest of distances
now it's hidden from my sight.

For ages now, I, sad and alone,
have walked in darkened ways.
Shall I go on, or return?

What thought makes me stay?
There is no one here to tell me
Who am I? What is this place?

Ahmad Faraz




‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.



Pablo Neruda


Do not ask, my love.....

Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:
You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,
Grief for me was you; the world’s grief was far.
Spring was ever renewed in your face:
Beyond your eyes, what could the world hold?
Had I won you, Fate’s head would hang, defeated.
Yet all this was not so, I merely wished it so.
The world knows sorrows other than those of love,
Pleasures beyond those of romance:
The dread dark spell of countless centuries
Woven with silk and satin and gold braocade,
Bodies sold everywhere, in streets and markets,
Besmeared with dirt, bathed in blood,
Crawling from infested ovens,
My gaze returns to these: what can I do?
Your beauty still haunts me: what can I do?
The world is burdened by sorrows beyond love,
By pleasures beyond romance,
Do not demand that love which can be no more.



Faiz Ahmed Faiz


Share your favorite poems by your favorite poets...

Regards.. :)

Aren't Faiz Ahmed Faiz and Ahmed Faraz Urdu poets? I think they're.
Btw Check this out!

Allama Iqbal Poetry ???? ????? ???? ?????: (Bang-e-Dra-163) Tulu-e-Islam (???? ?????) (The Rise of Islam)
 
William Shakespeare, William Blake and Lewis Carroll are my favorite poets.
 
Mine are Neruda...Faiz and Faraz...not necessarily on that order...here are some poems by them..

Dream

That moon traveled with me
in this barren forest of distances
now it's hidden from my sight.

For ages now, I, sad and alone,
have walked in darkened ways.
Shall I go on, or return?

What thought makes me stay?
There is no one here to tell me
Who am I? What is this place?

Ahmad Faraz




‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.



Pablo Neruda


Do not ask, my love.....

Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:
You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,
Grief for me was you; the world’s grief was far.
Spring was ever renewed in your face:
Beyond your eyes, what could the world hold?
Had I won you, Fate’s head would hang, defeated.
Yet all this was not so, I merely wished it so.
The world knows sorrows other than those of love,
Pleasures beyond those of romance:
The dread dark spell of countless centuries
Woven with silk and satin and gold braocade,
Bodies sold everywhere, in streets and markets,
Besmeared with dirt, bathed in blood,
Crawling from infested ovens,
My gaze returns to these: what can I do?
Your beauty still haunts me: what can I do?
The world is burdened by sorrows beyond love,
By pleasures beyond romance,
Do not demand that love which can be no more.



Faiz Ahmed Faiz


Share your favorite poems by your favorite poets...

Regards.. :)

Aren't Faiz Ahmed Faiz and Ahmed Faraz Urdu poets? I think they're.
Btw Check this out!

Allama Iqbal Poetry ???? ????? ???? ?????: (Bang-e-Dra-163) Tulu-e-Islam (???? ?????) (The Rise of Islam)

Yes..they are..urdu is my mother-tongue..
 
Mine are Neruda...Faiz and Faraz...not necessarily on that order...here are some poems by them..

Dream

That moon traveled with me
in this barren forest of distances
now it's hidden from my sight.

For ages now, I, sad and alone,
have walked in darkened ways.
Shall I go on, or return?

What thought makes me stay?
There is no one here to tell me
Who am I? What is this place?

Ahmad Faraz




‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.



Pablo Neruda


Do not ask, my love.....

Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:
You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,
Grief for me was you; the world’s grief was far.
Spring was ever renewed in your face:
Beyond your eyes, what could the world hold?
Had I won you, Fate’s head would hang, defeated.
Yet all this was not so, I merely wished it so.
The world knows sorrows other than those of love,
Pleasures beyond those of romance:
The dread dark spell of countless centuries
Woven with silk and satin and gold braocade,
Bodies sold everywhere, in streets and markets,
Besmeared with dirt, bathed in blood,
Crawling from infested ovens,
My gaze returns to these: what can I do?
Your beauty still haunts me: what can I do?
The world is burdened by sorrows beyond love,
By pleasures beyond romance,
Do not demand that love which can be no more.



Faiz Ahmed Faiz


Share your favorite poems by your favorite poets...

Regards.. :)

Aren't Faiz Ahmed Faiz and Ahmed Faraz Urdu poets? I think they're.
Btw Check this out!

Allama Iqbal Poetry ???? ????? ???? ?????: (Bang-e-Dra-163) Tulu-e-Islam (???? ?????) (The Rise of Islam)

Yes..they are..urdu is my mother-tongue..

Right :) Check the poetry in the link and then PM me.
 
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