To Mirhandah

‘09 – 11 – 27 Mubeen showed me these poems, I liked them and I offered to put them on the internet together with my own verse. I took liberty; with minimal editing.

I didn't! But surely not verbatim?! &&

“Love seeketh not Itself to please, “Nor for itself hath any care, “But for another gives its ease, “And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.” & Songs of Experience

William Blake, To my Friend Butts I write My first Vision of Light ~ On the yellow sands sitting: The Sun was Emitting His Glorious beams From Heaven’s high Streams Over Sea over Land My Eyes did Expand Into regions of air Away from all Care, Into regions of fire Remote from Desire ~ The Light of the Morning Heaven’s Mountains adorning: In particles bright The jewels of Light Distinct shone & clear, - Amaz’d & in fear I each particle gazed, Astonish’d Amazed For each was a Man Human-form’d: Swift I ran For they beckon’d to me Remote by the Sea ~ Saying: Each grain of Sand Every Stone on the Land Each rock & each hill Each fountain & rill Each herb & each tree Mountain, hill, earth & sea Cloud, meteor & Star Are Men seen Afar. ~ I stood in the Streams Of Heaven’s bright beams And saw Felpham sweet Beneath my bright feet In soft Female charms, And in her fair arms My Shadow I knew And my wife’s shadow too And My Sister & Friend. We like Infants descend In our Shadows on Earth, Like a weak mortal birth: ~ My Eyes more & more Like a Sea without shore Continue Expanding The Heavens commanding, Till the Jewels of Light Heavenly Men beaming bright Appear’d as One Man, Who Complacent began My limbs to infold In his beams of bright gold: Like dross purg’d away All my mire & my clay. Soft consum’d in delight In his bosom sun bright ~ I remain’d: Soft he smil’d And I heard His voice Mild Saying: This is My Fold O thou Ram horn’d with gold Who awakest from Sleep On the Sides of the Deep, On the Mountains around The roarings resound Of the lion & wolf, The loud Sea, and deep gulf: These are guards of My Fold O thou Ram horn’d with gold! ~ And the voice faded mild: I remain’d as a child All I ever had known Before me bright Shone: I saw you and your Wife By the fountains of life. Such the Vision to me Appear’d on the Sea. & 2 October 1800

"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows; Useless each without the other!" * * * Thus departed Hiawatha To the land of the Dacotahs, Striding over moor and meadow, Through interminable forests, Through uninterrupted silence. At the doorway of his wigwam Sat the ancient Arrow-maker, In the land of the Dacotahs, At his side, in all her beauty, Sat the lovely Minnehaha, Sat his daughter, Laughing Water, Plaiting mats of flags and rushes Of the past the old man's thoughts were, And the maiden's of the future. Through their thoughts they heard a footstep, Heard a rustling in the branches, Suddenly from out the woodlands Hiawatha stood before them. "Hiawatha, you are welcome!" Then uprose the Laughing Water, From the ground fair Minnehaha, Brought forth food and set before them, Water brought them from the brooklet, Listened while the guest was speaking, Listened while her father answered, "That this peace may last forever, Give me as my wife this maiden, Minnehaha, Laughing Water, Loveliest of Dacotah women!" And made answer very gravely: "Yes, if Minnehaha wishes; Let your heart speak, Minnehaha!" And the lovely Laughing Water Neither willing nor reluctant, As she went to Hiawatha, Softly took the seat beside him, While she said, and blushed to say it, "I will follow you, my husband!" Pleasant was the journey homeward! All the birds sang loud and sweetly Songs of happiness and heart's-ease; Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa, Thus it was they journeyed homeward; Brought the moonlight, starlight, firelight, Brought the sunshine of his people, Minnehaha, Laughing Water, * Excerpts, Longfellow

Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by the magic arrow, Staining all the waves with crimson, With the crimson of its life-blood, Filling all the air with splendor, With the splendor of its plumage? Over it the Star of Evening Melts and trembles through the purple, Hangs suspended in the twilight. No; it is a bead of wampum On the robes of the Great Spirit As he passes through the twilight, Walks in silence through the heavens. "Once, in days no more remembered, Ages nearer the beginning, When the heavens were closer to us, And the Gods were more familiar, In the North-land lived a hunter, With ten young and comely daughters, Tall and lithe as wands of willow; Only Oweenee, the youngest, She the wilful and the wayward, She the silent, dreamy maiden, Was the fairest of the sisters. “Only Oweenee, the youngest, Laughed and flouted all her lovers, All her young and handsome suitors, And then married old Osseo, Old Osseo, poor and ugly. "Ah, but beautiful within him Was the spirit of Osseo, From the Evening Star descended, Star of Evening, Star of Woman, Star of tenderness and passion! All its fire was in his bosom, All its beauty in his spirit, All its mystery in his being, All its splendor in his language! “Called her sweetheart, Nenemoosha, Soothed her with soft words of kindness, Till they reached the lodge of feasting, Till they sat down in the wigwam, Sacred to the Star of Evening, To the tender Star of Woman. "Wrapt in visions, lost in dreaming, At the banquet sat Osseo; All were merry, all were happy. “Through transparent cloud and vapor, And amid celestial splendors On the Evening Star alighted, As a snow-flake falls on snow-flake, As a leaf drops on a river, As the thistledown on water. "Forth with cheerful words of welcome Came the father of Osseo, He with radiant locks of silver, He with eyes serene and tender. “And he said: `My son, Osseo, Hang the cage of birds you bring there, At the doorway of my wigwam.' Many years, in peace and quiet, On the peaceful Star of Evening Dwelt Osseo with his father. “Many years, in song and flutter, At the doorway of the wigwam, Hung the cage with rods of silver, And fair Oweenee, the faithful, Bore a son unto Osseo, With the beauty of his mother, With the courage of his father. * Passages from Hiawatha

William Blake & To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God our Father dear; And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine; And Peace, the human dress. Then every man, of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine: Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace. And all must love the human form, In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell, There God is dwelling too.

John Denver & He was born in the summer of his 27’th year Coming home to a place he'd never been before He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again You might say he found a key for every door When he first came to the mountains his life was far away On the road and hanging by a song But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care It keeps changing fast and it don't last for long He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below He saw everything as far as you can see And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun And he lost a friend but kept the memory Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams Seeking grace in every step he takes His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake It's Colorado rocky mountain high I've seen it raining fire in the sky Friends around the campfire and everybody's high, ~ Rocky Mountain High

Poetic Champions Compose, You're the Queen of the Slipstream With eyes that shine You have crossed many waters to here You have drank of the fountain of innocence And experienced the long cold wintry years There's a dream where the contents are visible Where the poetic champions compose Will you breathe not a word of this secrecy? Will you still be my special rose? Goin' away far across the sea But I'll be back for you Tell you everything I know Baby everything is true Will the blush still remain On your cheeks my love? Is the light always seen In your head? Gold and sliver they placed At your feet my dear But I know you chose me instead You're the Queen of the Slipstream With eyes that shine ~ ~ ~

Van Morrison & We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won As we sailed into the mystic Hark now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float into the mystic And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don't have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will float into the mystic Come on girl Too late to stop now &&

You’ve been carrying on like this let me excuse the ignorance. The copyright belongs to the writer and it expires 75 years after his death. (In some countries it’s 100 years). Plagiarism is something entirely different it is when you fraudulently publish another’s work as your own- and mostly applies in academic works. You’re only jealous because you’re illiterate. Unlike my readers.

Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Gentle Evangeline lived, fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses! * Excerpts, Longfellow

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved : he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper : the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil : he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore. & Psalm 121 KJV

Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain : but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. & Proverbs

Rachel was beautiful and well favoured. And Jacob loved Rachel; and said, I will serve thee seven years for Rachel thy younger daughter ~ And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her & KJV

And the damsel was very fair to look upon, a virgin, neither had any man known her: and she went down to the well, and filled her pitcher, and came up And the servant ran to meet her, and said, Let me, I pray thee, drink a little water of thy pitcher And she said, Drink, my lord ~ And she hasted, and let down her pitcher upon her hand, and gave him drink ~ ~ And they blessed Rebekah, and said unto her, Thou art our sister, be thou the mother of thousands of millions

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants’ ships; she bringeth her food from afar. She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens. She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard. She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms. She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.

She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff. She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant. Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.

She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.

& Proverbs 31 &