#terse - Hello Poetry

It is not like a tree In bulk doth make man better be, Or standing long an oak, three hundred year To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere, A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night— It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see And in short measures life may perfect be. የሰው ትክክለኛ መስፈርት እንደዛፍ መግዘፍ ሠውን አያደርገውም ከፍ፣ ጭራሽ እንደዋርካ ለሦስት መቶ ዓመታት በስፋት ተንሰራፍቶ፣ በመጨረሻ መውደቅ ደርቆ ፣ተራቁቶና አርጅቶ! በጥቅምት ወራት፣ ባላንድ ቀንዋ ሊሊ በጣም ብልጫ አላት፣ አመሻሹላይ ብትደርቅም የብርሃን አበባና ተክል ናት በምጥንም መስፈርት ይስተዋላል ውበት! ክትት ማለት ሲሆን መስፈርት ግሩም ሳይሆን ይቀራል ህይወት! (በቤን ጆንሶን) //

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC

alem-hailu-gkristos

Men’s True Measure/Ben Jonson/Translation in Amharic/የሰው ትክክለኛ መስፈርት/

It is not like a tree In bulk doth make man better be, Or standing long an oak, three hundred year To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere, A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night— It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see And in short measures life may perfect be. የሰው ትክክለኛ መስፈርት እንደዛፍ መግዘፍ ሠውን አያደርገውም ከፍ፣ ጭራሽ እንደዋርካ ለሦስት መቶ ዓመታት በስፋት ተንሰራፍቶ፣ በመጨረሻ መውደቅ ደርቆ ፣ተራቁቶና አርጅቶ! በጥቅምት ወራት፣ ባላንድ ቀንዋ ሊሊ በጣም ብልጫ አላት፣ አመሻሹላይ ብትደርቅም የብርሃን አበባና ተክል ናት በምጥንም መስፈርት ይስተዋላል ውበት! ክትት ማለት ሲሆን መስፈርት ግሩም ሳይሆን ይቀራል ህይወት! (በቤን ጆንሶን) //

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Evening colours come crooning to me in the swallows flying by: saucers in the sky, as I wait for the bus that will go and halt on the wall in my living room. The evening is somewhat dull now, let me hurl a few stars at the horizon: I have a dozen in my purse. All of them gifted by you, collectibles, kissables. My tiara princess, the hair-band is your secret wand. Ah, my leg, it's stuck in Grosvenor Road. So I hurtle back. and loop forward. Folding memories neatly into my back-pocket. There's a Divergence Theorem gone missing here, volumes are not going sheet-smart. I want my nj's. I could drown in those dimples.

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Mar 8, 2015

Mar 8, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC

prabhu-iyer

Stuck in Grosvenor Road

Evening colours come crooning to me in the swallows flying by: saucers in the sky, as I wait for the bus that will go and halt on the wall in my living room. The evening is somewhat dull now, let me hurl a few stars at the horizon: I have a dozen in my purse. All of them gifted by you, collectibles, kissables. My tiara princess, the hair-band is your secret wand. Ah, my leg, it's stuck in Grosvenor Road. So I hurtle back. and loop forward. Folding memories neatly into my back-pocket. There's a Divergence Theorem gone missing here, volumes are not going sheet-smart. I want my nj's. I could drown in those dimples.

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should they take objection to the stylish comb others show they'll vacate the others spot in the row many a time this course of action has been depicted where others were so suddenly evicted they weren't happy no not at all on seeing the others who'd so enthral every bit of veneration had to be kept on them even though the others were far more exceptional of stem they thought that they ruled at the joint so the others were abruptly given their terse point we are aware of how they operate which is to promptly clear the others plate

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Others Plate

should they take objection to the stylish comb others show they'll vacate the others spot in the row many a time this course of action has been depicted where others were so suddenly evicted they weren't happy no not at all on seeing the others who'd so enthral every bit of veneration had to be kept on them even though the others were far more exceptional of stem they thought that they ruled at the joint so the others were abruptly given their terse point we are aware of how they operate which is to promptly clear the others plate

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Contagion of Kindness A whisper falls like morning rain, Kindness blooms despite the pain. If venom spreads, then so does cure— A spark of heart that will endure.

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Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 3:29 AM UTC

renseksderf

contagion of kindness

Contagion of Kindness A whisper falls like morning rain, Kindness blooms despite the pain. If venom spreads, then so does cure— A spark of heart that will endure.

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glass sweat / brass vines breathe / sun-caged in clock‑teeth / one amber falls — the quell is whole

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Aug 25, 2025

Aug 25, 2025 at 6:04 AM UTC

renseksderf

silence

glass sweat / brass vines breathe / sun-caged in clock‑teeth / one amber falls — the quell is whole

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