Khalil Gibran

(January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931 / Bsharri)

Khalil Gibran Poems

1. The Greater Self 7/6/2015
2. Give Me The Flute 4/17/2014
3. On Friendship 12/9/2014
4. The Scarecrow 3/23/2010
5. The Two Hermits 3/23/2010
6. The Hymn Of Man 3/23/2010
7. The Sleep-Walkers 3/23/2010
8. The Madman - His Parables And Poems 3/23/2010
9. On Giving And Taking 3/23/2010
10. The Coming Of The Ship 7/8/2009
11. The Wise Dog 3/23/2010
12. Song Of Fortune Vi 1/1/2004
13. The House Of Fortune Iii 1/1/2004
14. Song Of Man Xxv 1/1/2004
15. The Widow And Her Son Xxi 1/1/2004
16. The Poet Viii 1/1/2004
17. Two Infants Ii 1/1/2004
18. Work Chapter Vii 1/1/2004
19. The Palace And The Hut Xxix 1/1/2004
20. Love Chapter Ii 3/29/2010
21. Chapter 9 - The Seven Selves 3/23/2010
22. The City Of The Dead Xx 1/1/2004
23. Religion Xxvi 1/1/2004
24. Vision X 1/1/2004
25. Love Is A Magic Ray 3/23/2010
26. Song Of The Rain Vii 3/23/2010
27. Talking Xx 1/1/2004
28. Two Wishes Xi 1/1/2004
29. Song Of Love Xxiv 1/1/2004
30. On Religion 3/23/2010
31. The Playground Of Life Xix 1/1/2004
32. War 3/24/2010
33. Dead Are My People 9/5/2013
34. The Farewell Xxviii 1/1/2004
35. My Friend 3/23/2010
36. The Creation I 1/1/2004
37. Reason And Passion Xv 1/1/2004
38. Houses Chapter Ix 1/1/2004
39. Yesterday And Today Xii 1/1/2004
40. Peace Xviii 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Khalil Gibran

A Lover's Call Xxvii

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?


Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?


Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?


Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?


Are you in the ...

Read the full of A Lover's Call Xxvii

Freedom Xiv

And an orator said, "Speak to us of Freedom."

And he answered:

At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom,

Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them.

Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff.

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