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Sambanath Denis Poems
Dear friend, when we met near the olive fields So beautiful like sable pearls hanging from their branch, I had been returning to the great House. These olives are a treasure to taste,
Forgotten Love, Forgotten Love, A Love F...
Forgotten love, forgotten love, a love forgotten And no longer begotten sweetly in the breast And never more shall I oft' indulge its arrest. Tis best in the shade of history disposed!
A Haiku On A Devotee Asking Of Krsna
Inspired art thou moments of Asking of Krsna like a rivulet on dry
Haiku On Myself As The Soul
God Will Carry Me Through The Storm
God will carry me through the storm, Whilst lightning tumult makes it rise Amidst the wet indigo of the skies.
For Matsuo Basho
Though you and I have never met, Liker Winter and Summer Shall never meet. I hold you clear in my memory,
On Devotee Association
Haiku On Dependence Of Krsna
As dependent new born child On the stream of pearls Strung on as all on a thread
Iron Road poem, As Fates Convolve
As fates convolve I find that life is fleeting, Every moment pass in the shade of Time. In this place our love moves away as The iron road advances to the dream
On Krsna's Holy Name
Thou art my Father, I be Thy son. The Unsteady mind is a tiger shining bright, Fierce eyes, prowling hands, biding crouched. As I chant Thine Holy Name, he appears
Haiku On Faith
The Bee Haiku
I Want To Write A Line Or Two
I want to write a line or two, About what or who? Perhaps love? Verdant and new! Or something looming, something due?
Comments about Sambanath Denis
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Dear friend, when we met near the olive fields
So beautiful like sable pearls hanging from their
branch, I had been returning to the great
House. These olives are a treasure to taste,
I stole one into my mouth after paying
Homage in my heart to the Lord. Remnants.
From where you came is a mystery. I
Beheld you for the first time, I knew I
Would love you. The stars came with blinking stares.
As our conversation past into night,
I found that this had been the best day since
Yesterday. Where before I did not know
How much wonderful fun you could ...