Reyvelyn Bacan

After the Sea-Ship by Walt Whitman  After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds; After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes, Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,  Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:  Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying, Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves, Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,  Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

His Last Sonnet - Poem by John Keats Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -  Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -  No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever -or else swoon to death. 

Matsuo Basho An old silent pond... A frog jumps into the pond, splash! Silence again. Autumn moonlight— a worm digs silently into the chestnut. In the twilight rain these brilliant-hued hibiscus - A lovely sunset.

Free Verse  by Robert Graves I now delight  In spite  Of the might  And the right  Of classic tradition,  In writing  And reciting  Straight ahead,  Without let or omission,  Just any little rhyme In any little time  That runs in my head;  Because, I’ve said,  My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed Like Prussian soldiers on parade That march,  Stiff as starch,  Foot to foot,  Boot to boot,  Blade to blade, Button to button,  Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton. No! No!  My rhymes must go  Turn ’ee, twist ’ee, Twinkling, frosty,  Will-o’-the-wisp-like, misty;

Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard - Poem by Thomas Gray The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowl...

Langay Kay Ka (Balak) Nakahinumdom ko, sa una man gyud to nga kitang duha nagakadungan pa ug baklay padulong ngadto sa usa ka balay. Naggunitay sa atong mga kamot ug ming-ingon nga di gayud boy-an ang usa’g usa. Kuntito naman ko, ug gasalig ko nga ikaw kanunay naa sa akong tapad. Apan minglabay ang mga oras ug bulan, paglingi ko usab sa akong kiliran ikaw napanaw lang ug kalit ug wa na ko kabawo asa ko ikaw makit-an. Mingsulay ko ug tagad kay gihuna-huna ko basin ikaw akong nabiyaan, paspas biya ko mulakaw ug langay kay ka. Apan wa man, sa pila na ka adlaw nakong huwat-huwat, wa gihapon ka, asa man diay tuod ka? Ikaw man gud, langay kay ka. Ug gapadayon na lang ko ug baklay, pero hinay-hinay lang, para ikaw unta makaapas ra. Sa paglakaw-lakaw nako, Nakatagbo ko ug usa ka tawo, ug mingsulay ko ug pangutana bahin sa imo, basin ba, ikaw nakalabay na ug nakit-an ka niya. Grabe, asa man diay tuod ka? Ikaw man gud, langay kay ka. Minglabay ang pila ka mga ...