Collections of original poetry in the mainstream European tradition.

Quietly Respect the Creatures In the Fire How Far Mind’s Gift Feel the Black Soil Sing Not Simpler Out of the Other Language Loosing Go Han Shan’s Mountain Plum Buds Diving Seeing World This Place Immortal, Ephemeral Going Past One Universe, Shining Empty Meaning Moon-Slope Cool Breast If Not Spirit Road Night-Bird The Free Trail Make the Soul Silk Screen Age of the Child Crystal-Crazed Night-Ride Old World Road Word-Play Zen-Riddance Inward Destruction Night-Voices A Prophecy Sky-Drift February Blue Un-Revelation Anti-Scepticism Real Elementals To Think a Thought Slipping By One River Solids Hitching Other Lives By Dreaming Recapture Tremor Another City Free At Last Patience Traps Wellsprings Puzzles Imperative Granite, Cloud America Brine Be Free Absolutism Un-Waning Another Kind of Faith Energy, Moment and the Individual Index Of First Lines...

Collections of original poetry in the mainstream European tradition.

White Birch Life’s Irony Chauvet Far East Getting to Grips with Myth Words For A Western Scroll Be Not Afraid Simply Complex At The Edge Scanning Deeper The Path By The Field The Reality Inside Which We Imagine Quartering We’re Getting There, Back When Not Laughing, Gloating Fire Outside, Fire Within Higher, Deeper Such Stuff The Finding Understanding Mind Old-World Path Anthropocene For the Rest… Threnody Veils and Crowns Every Constellation Only a Pattern of Mind The Folded Thing Pollen In The Air Not There Until You Made It There The Purple Flower Can A Polar Bear Stare Upward? The Word A Hurricane Deeper Sound Not Bamboo Time Slipping For A Moment Bearing In Our Hands: Bearing In Their Hands Indiscretion Abstracted At the Back of the Eye, the Whole Universe, All TimeSomething Under The Stars Motes In The Eye of Noon The River Bird, Flight, Moon Moving Pictures A Diamond in Every Pebble Saying Goodbye at the Edge of the Road Singing On The Shore The Lark Ascending Immersed In Time How We See Form Time To Come Tiny Manifesto The Place He Built The Pure And The Impure Meadow Medi...

Collections of original poetry in the mainstream European tradition.

Reductio Circuits Vision Wordless Light Frost at Night Garden The Silent What We Have Given Tale Passing Seethe, Flow, Fire England Back Then No Easy Words So Vast, So Small Dark Light Long-Exploited That Place Rehearsing All Things Human Over All the Planet Attending to World This Alien Tongue Sky All This Society Pacific Coast Pillow Talk It Took a While Scroll Elsewhere East Again This Place Back Where We Began Happening Those People At Dead Of Night O Universe Mutualisms The Silent Not Simply Self Night-Piece Too Much Mount Lu Meditating, Mountain Moment The Other Side of Silence Fall Bright Bird Her Sensitivities Nothing Returns The Un-opening Gate You, Futures Clear Creek White Sky Ash All of it Bodiless Think, Meditate, Contemplate Pine, Yew Entering Leaving Capital Given It Shines Where We Are Now Beaches not Buildings Not Blind Harsh Days High Cliffs Cormorant Flows Through, Not Seen ‘In every pebble there is a jewel’ Hanging in the Void Heroes What We Hear on the Hill They Sit Quietly Unborn Mind Atheist’s Song Seeking Echoes Civilisation Oh, You K...

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) was worn in Edinburgh, Scotland, and suffered from frail health all through childhood, an affliction that would follow him into adulthood and manifest itself ultimately as tuberculosis. He initially set out to be a lawyer and was admitted to the bar in 1875, though he never practiced. He is best known for his tales Treasure Island and The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, though he wrote a number of other stories, excellent essays, and of course poems. Constantly searching for a climate that would ease his suffering, he died quite young at the age of 44 and was buried high on Mt. Vaea in his final home of Samoa, the site of which is immortalized in the poem “Requiem” contained within these pages. I was first introduced to his timeless A Child’s Garden of Verses by my mother as a child myself, and the simple, extremely perceptive moments beautifully rendered in Stevenson’s effortless cadences and perfect rhymes went a long way, I imagine, to making me believe from an early age that poetry was the best way to explain and discover everything, and subsequently made me want to be a poet mys...

The Land of Nod From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod.   All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do— All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams.   The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod.   Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear....

“Introduction A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES To Alison Cunningham Bed in Summer A Thought At the Seaside Young Night Thought Whole Duty of Children Rain Pirate Story Foreign Lands Windy Nights Travel Singing Looking Forward A Good Play Where Go the Boats? Auntie’s Skirts The Land of Counterpane The Land of Nod My Shadow System A Good Boy Escape at Bedtime Marching Song The Cow Happy Thought The Wind Keepsake Mill Good and Bad Children Foreign Children The Sun’s Travels The Lamplighter My Bed Is a Boat The Moon The Swing Time to Rise Looking-Glass River Fairy Bread From a Railway Carriage Winter-Time The Hayloft Farewell to the Farm Northwest Passage I. Good Night II. Shadow March III. In Port The Child Alone 1. The Unseen Playmate 2. My Ship and I 3. My Kingdom 4. Picture-Books in Winter 5. My Treasures 6. Block City 7. The Land of Story-Books 8. Armies in the Fire 9. The Little Land Garden Days 1. Night and Day 2. Nest Eggs 3. The Flowers 4. Summer Sun 5. The Dumb Soldier 6. Autumn Fires 7. The Gardener 8. Historical Associations Envoys 1. To Willie and Henrietta 2. To...

The selection of poems in this anthology may seem a bit unorthodox for Polish literature experts. I have no degree or expertise in any sort of literary research, which may well be the reason for my bizarre taste as presented here. I have tried my very best to include mainly those poems that are obligatory readings in Polish high schools, so that the English Reader can have the chance to get to know a portion of the choicest Polish poetry that an average Pole has willy-nilly come across in his life (one of the poems happens to be a well-known Christmas carol, even). However, Witkacy’s poem about his portrait company might be an exception to the rule. I have (un)fortunately excluded all the longer though important and well-known poems, since I have my deep and well-grounded doubts whether they would ever get read. Sigh. Again, Ode to Youth by Adam Mickiewicz is an exception and hopefully some will read it. I do realize that for the Modern Reader, it may come as a very odd practice to use the thou-thee-thy forms even in translations of classical poetry. I have made use of them, but only in the earlier poems i.e. since the beginnings...

To the Young by Adam Asnyk (1838–1897) The brightening flame of truth pursue, Seek to discover ways no human knows. With every secret now revealed to you, The soul of man expands within the new. And God still bigger grows! Although you may the flowers of myths remove, Although you may the fabulous dark disperse, And tear the mist of fancy from above; There’ll be no shortage of new things to love, Farther in the universe. Each epoch has its special goals in store, And soon forgets the dreams of older days. So, bear the torch of learning in the fore, And join the making of new eras’ lore. The House of the Future raise! But trample not the altars of the past! Although you shall much finer domes erect. The holy flames upon the stones still last, And human love lives there and guards them fast, And them you owe respect! Now with the world that vanishes from view, Dragging down the perfect rainbow of delight, Be gently reconciled in wisdom true. Your stars, oh, youthful conquerors, they, too, Will fade into the night!...

Translator’s note Mother of God Song XXV On Health God’s Plaything Man Fickle To a Corpse When God Is Born, No Power Prevails Vanity My Testament [In Sophie’s Diary] In Verona My Little Song (II) The Tempest To*** Upon the Alps in Splügen 1829 Uncertainty To My Cicerone Ode to Youth [Defend Me from Myself] To the Young Oh, Void Complaints No, Nothing Happened There A Sonnet (One Heart) The End of the 19th Century Hymn to Nirvana Welcome My Beloved Mountains A Portrait Company [I Want No Weeping at My Grave] About the translator...

A new Anthology of 1400 Quotations from the complete works arranged by theme.

Commands Compassion, Empathy, Mercy and Forgiveness Compliments and their Opposites Conscience and Doubt Constancy, Trust and Faith Courage and Cowardice Crime, Punishment, Justice and the Law Death and Fate Dishonour, Dishonesty, Inconstancy and Betrayal Doctors, Illness, Medicine England and Elsewhere Freedom and Imprisonment Friendship Good Advice and Bad Good Wishes and their Opposites Happiness and Sadness, Humour and Gravity Honour and Honesty Kings and Kingship Journeys and Travel Language and the Arts Learning, Literature, Wit, Wisdom and Foolishness London Love and Jealousy, Hatred and Envy Lust, Desire, Passion, Sexuality Madness and Sanity Magic, Astrology, Superstition, and the Supernatural Men Music, Song and Dance Myths and Fables Nature , Trees, Flowers, Creatures Ownership, Money and Possession Prayers, Pleas, Curses, Threats and Promises Pride and Humility Rank and Status, Power, Order, Custom and Authority Service and Slavery Sleep, Waking, Dreams, Visions and Imagination Sons and Daughters Theatre, Drama and the Stage Time Truths, Truisms, Proverbs and Philosophy War and Co...