magic - Popular Poems and stories from category

for my non-Russian friends
Your voice is like the echo of faraway spheres,
From the other side of heaven... beyond the usual measure...
It makes life stand still for a moment,

YE elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back, you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Where...

Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light
Faint in the pale high solitudes,
And washed with rain and veiled by night,
Silver and blue and green were showing

Love is a magic ray emitted from the burning core of the soul and illuminating the surrounding earth
It enables us to perceive life as a beautiful dream between one awakening and another

As an April garden Breathes the scent of rain— Rain that calls her treasures Back to life again— So my spirit quickens to the opening strain
In its sheath of darkness Fancy's folded wing Thrills and stirs and quivers To another spring,
W...

To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone;
In his grotto the maiden sits alone
She gazes up with a weary smile At the rafter-hanging crocodile, The slowly swinging crocodile
Scorn has she of her master’s gear, Cauldron, alembic,...

I AM now,—what joy to hear it
—Of the old magician rid;
And henceforth shall ev'ry
Do whate'er by me is bid;    I have watch'd with rigour      All he used to do,    And will now with vigour      Work my wonders too

In a silver light
Your greatness flows like a river,
Attracting sweet dreams
And warm embrace.

Water runs too deep
When it's still.
You are made of fireworks,
Lava and candid cameras.

The emptiness
And vagueness,
The absence of everything,
A pause,

The highness of the sky
Is something in between
The endless celestial heat
Of crispy stars