Gardens Poems

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless
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We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
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The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
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O! nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,
As in those gardens where the day
Springs from the gems of Circassy-
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It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
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The construction of a woman:
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
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We have tested and tasted too much, lover-
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
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Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
Did they hold ceremonies
to reverence the opening of buds?
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The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
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You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
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I

I have lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
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They sent me a salwar kameez
            peacock-blue,
                  and another
   glistening like an orange split open,
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Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
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I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one
discovers in
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Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But today,
Today we have naming of parts. Japonica
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Woman, let me demystify you,
So I can see why I love you
So much.
Let me search:
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Once from a big, big building,
When I was small, small,
The queer folk in the windows
Would smile at me and call.
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Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time
By buried centuries of pomp and power!
At length- at length- after so many days
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Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,
Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,
Dreams of delight that are gone,
When swift to my side came the feet of my lover
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When we gaze out of the window, our eyes they do wander,

Seeking beauty in distant horizons, far beyond this border.
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There lives a place inside - the sacred palace garden
A world of black and indigo hides behind the guarding wardens
He used to walk the gardens, for everyone to see
No one now calls out to him for the man is lost in leaves
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I was raised by a Catholic mother and a Jewish father and while that may be difficult to perceive…it helped me understand there is more than one way to believe.

It's like seeds of each religion were planted in my soul and, once each garden of flowers emerged, I found myself at the heart of where those two gardens of belief converged.
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Moms are the most Dashing Flowers ever in the Gardens of Affection
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In my childhood there would grow...
Red tulips on the rooftops of our houses;
Gone are those good olden days!
No tulip gardens are now on our roofs;
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Places of paradise of Utopia are existing in hill stations and Brindawan gardens;
The lucky ones have the opportunity to see such places at least once in life;
In between three to five years itself I have the chance to see those wonderful places;
Those places are like great oases in the vast desert of a nation sure I say!
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Freedom loving birds fly and live anywhere in the world of Nature as they wish;
Modern world of machines and civilization of people have driven them out now
In the cities and towns expanding into villages too as expansion programme;
The first prey for this jolt is sparrow and myna birds in many places nowadays!
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Ok, listen good and remember, I'm going to say it only once. I had no choice, you have stars and gardens and oceans, sweet music and I had none of these.
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When the spring returns after winter times,
The spring birds that had fallen silent,
Come dancing from their winter habitats again,
To sing joyful notes in their heavenly home,
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Oh scratch not anew my sores,
It reminds me of my pain once more,
I am pained, in my faded garden,
Buds blossom into flowers no more,
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