Category: بین الاقوامی ادب International Literature

Slvester’s Dying Bed by Langston Hughes

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I woke up this mornin ’Bout half-past three All the womens in town Was gathered round me Sweet gals was a-moanin “Sylvester’s gonna die” And a hundred pretty mamas Bowed their heads to cry I woke up little later Bout half-past fo The doctor ‘n’ undertaker’s Both at ma do Black gals was a-beggin “You can’t leave us here” Brown-skins cryin’, “Daddy Honey! Baby! Don’t go, dear” But I felt ma time’s a-comin And I know’d I’s dyin’ fast I seed the River Jerden A-creepin’ muddy past But I’s still…

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PYTHAGORAS by Bertrand Russell

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PYTHAGORAS  PYTHAGORAS , whose influence in ancient and modern times is my subject in this chapter , was intellectually one of the most important  that ever lived , both when he was wise and when he was unwise . Mathematics , in the sense of demonstrative deductive argument , begins with him , and in him is intimately connected with a peculiar form of mysticism . The influence of mathematics on philosophy , partly owing to him , has , ever since his time , been both profound and unfortunate…

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Monsters by DorotheaLasky

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This is a world where there are monsters There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed There is one monster. He is my little one I talk to my little monster I give my little monster some bacon but that does not satisfy him I tell him, ssh ssh, don’t growl little monster And he growls, oh boy does he growl And he wants something from me He wants my soul And finally giving in, I give him my gleaming soul…

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Chaplinesque by Hart Crane

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We make our meek adjustments Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample pockets   For we can still love the world, who find A famished kitten on the step, and know Recesses for it from the fury of the street Or warm torn elbow coverts   We will sidestep, and to the final smirk Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us Facing the dull squint with what innocence And what surprise   And yet these…

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فروغ فرخ زاد ۔۔۔ اندوہ پرست

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کاش چون پاییز بودم ۔۔۔  کاش چون پاییز بودم کاش چون پاییز خاموش و ملال‌انگیز بودم برگ‌های آرزوهایم یکایک زرد می‌شد آفتابِ دیدگانم سرد می‌شد آسمانِ سینه‌ام پُردرد می‌شد ناگهان طوفان اندوهی به جانم چنگ می‌زد اشک‌هایم همچو باران دامنم را رنگ می‌زد وه ۔۔۔ چه زیبا بود اگر پاییز بودم وحشی و پُرشور و رنگ‌آمیز بودم شاعری در چشمِ من می‌خواند ۔۔۔ شعری آسمانی در کنارم قلبِ عاشق شعله می‌زد در شرارِ آتشِ دردی نهانی نغمۂ من ۔۔۔ همچو آوای نسیمِ پر شکسته عطرِ غم می‌ریخت بر دل‌های خسته…

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