Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    My Rubaiyat
    My Rubaiyat
    My Rubaiyat
    Ebook81 pages23 minutes

    My Rubaiyat

    By Sadakichi Hartmann

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    "My Rubaiyat" by Sadakichi Hartmann is a poetry book that shows that writing in verse has captured the hearts of readers for centuries. Written in the early 1900s, the book portrays small moments in Hartmann's life through allegory and metaphor. A short collection, readers will fly through the pages, wishing there were more once the last words have been read.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 16, 2019
    ISBN4064066166342
    My Rubaiyat
    Author

    Sadakichi Hartmann

    Jane Weaver is the Americanist on the research staff of the Frick Art Reference Library photo archive in New York. She received her doctoral degree from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

    Read more from Sadakichi Hartmann

    Related to My Rubaiyat

    Related ebooks

    Poetry For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Spell

      Apr 25, 2018

      Spell
      4 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Sep 4, 2018

      In London. England. Who knows why?Perhaps this rumpled guyFrom central casting or a page of Dickens.He’s taking ordinary usTo haunts of the illustrious,Where even dull pulse quickens. A red felt hat’s dark fingered brim,Food-spotted vest are—him.A mo

      4 min read

    • Article

      Commonplace Book

      Jun 4, 2018

      I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me. —Fred Allen I have always wondered, in reading travels, at the childish joy travellers felt at meeting people they knew, and their sense of loneliness when they did not, in

      4 min read

    • Article

      Town & Country Notebook

      Jul 6, 2022

      1) How many legs does a crab have? 2) Which monarch bought Buckingham House for his wife? 3) In which Shakespeare play is the line ‘Neither a borrower nor a lender be’ found? 4) Who is the drummer of the Muppets? 5) What is the first prime number wit

      4 min read

    • Article

      Commonplace Book

      Sep 1, 2021

      If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied. —Rudyard Kipling, “Epitaphs of the War,” The Years Between, 1919 She consulted me, a glance, and said: “I think not anything off the wagon. It arrives too quickly. Let’s have somethi

      4 min read

    • Article

      Bard In The Woods

      Nov 30, 2020

      Bard In The Woods
      4 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Jan 1, 2022

      The painting is of a door, its wood so warpedwith moisture it cannot close. It stays ajar leaving a sliver of light—enough to suggestsomething sweet and almost unreachable behind the door—and you sit in yourroom working on the bills or those comforti

      4 min read

    • Article

      Any Given Day

      Mar 29, 2021

      Any Given Day
      11 min read

    • Article

      Commonplace Book

      Jun 3, 2019

      You are old when your longtime friend Melvin, turned seventy-five, writes you in rage about becoming old. … Melvin knows nothing about old age: Melvin can walk upstairs! Melvin flies to the West Indies with his girlfriend and his wife! In your eighti

      3 min read

    • Article

      “Soonest Mended”

      Sep 6, 2017

      “Soonest Mended”
      3 min read

    • Article

      The Start of Summer

      May 31, 2019

      The Start of Summer
      5 min read

    • Article

      Cricket League

      Oct 1, 2020

      WINNERS MAY 2020 POETRY CONTEST I Wonder age 10 San Antonio, TX I Wonder I wonder what it’s like To be everyone else. What do they think about? Talk about? Feel? What’s it like To be short And look up at everyone else? What’s it like To not have a

      4 min read

    • Article

      Nine Poems

      Jul 1, 2018

      I Blazes travel the state roads. Entire fields ingrained in us—firesa house, a forest, essential in land and soil—set a purpose. II At growing season, leave dead matter aboveground. Future burners—side ditches. Dead matter, new plants—shells that nee

      3 min read

    • Article

      What’s the Point?

      Sep 23, 2019

      What’s the Point?
      5 min read

    • Article

      Until The Sea Closed Over Us And The Light Was Gone

      Jul 1, 2020

      —Dante, Canto XXVI But if the truth is dreamed of toward the morning—El Paso Although it was really last summer’s song,all this summer Despacito played on as slower then I turned myself to gazeupon Juarez. The summer everything hurts my eyes, a dozen

      6 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Jan 1, 2020

      How slow is all of this dying? Across the county linea fossil in the making, off-road exhaling last lightin nightmud. A small cat in a steel trap. Pendulous sparrows preen. Holding on for the last bluedark nightwe ate fruited scabs off each other’s m

      4 min read

    • Article

      All This Blood and Love

      Nov 22, 2017

      All This Blood and Love
      6 min read

    • Article

      Portrait Of An Island

      Jun 3, 2021

      AN ISLAND provides refuge for refugees. Their roofs, tablecloths, and bedsheets wave from the port’s breeze. Temporarily permanent, adjacent to the water, each tent kneels behind the mayor’s office and in front of a tenth-century castle. The locals p

      4 min read

    • Article

      Tessa Castro

      Jul 26, 2023

      IN COMPETITION No 295 you were invited to write a poem called Roots. Cherry MacGregor started off in medias res: ‘Has the vine died? My husband had asked,/ As we enjoyed lunch in the garden.’ Another excellent opening came from DM Davis: ‘Roots, oh m

      2 min read

    • Article

      Commonplace Book

      Dec 1, 2022

      Nothing is as important to our ability to survive as our ability to hurt. -Haider Warraich, The Song of Our Scars, 2022 In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. -William Blake, T

      4 min read

    • Article

      Triangle of Light

      Aug 25, 2022

      Triangle of Light
      10 min read

    • Article

      Pastoral Pleasures

      Sep 28, 2023

      EVERY SATURDAY EVENING FOR THE BEST PART of 30 years the late broadcaster Eric Maschwitz would boom out to BBC listeners, “Once more we stop the mighty roar of London’s traffic to bring you In Town Tonight.” A kaleidoscope of colourful stories and ou

      2 min read

    • Article

      The Age of Eating

      May 27, 2022

      I USED TO FIND Polyphemus moths in my backyard. This was in the 1970s, in Toronto. They had spots on their brown, black, and yellow wings that looked like eyes. They’d first been described two centuries earlier, in the storied year 1776. And named fo

      4 min read

    • Article

      Commonplace Book

      Jun 1, 2022

      Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. —Adam Zagajewski, “Try to Praise the Mutilated World,” tr. by Clare C

      4 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for My Rubaiyat

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      My Rubaiyat - Sadakichi Hartmann

      Sadakichi Hartmann

      My Rubaiyat

      Published by Good Press, 2019

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066166342

      Table of Contents

      I.

      II.

      III.

      IV.

      V.

      VI.

      VII.

      VIII.

      IX.

      X.

      XI.

      XII.

      XIII.

      XIV.

      XV.

      XVI.

      XVII.

      XVIII.

      XIX.

      XX.

      XXI.

      XXII.

      XXIII.

      XXIV.

      XXV.

      XXVI.

      XXVII.

      XXVIII.

      XXIX.

      XXX.

      XXXI.

      XXXII.

      XXXIII.

      XXXIV.

      XXXV.

      XXXVI.

      XXXVII.

      XXXVIII.

      XXXIX.

      XL.

      XLI.

      XLII.

      XLIII.

      XLIV.

      XLV.

      XLVI.

      XLVII.

      XLVIII.

      XLIX.

      L.

      LI.

      LII.

      LIII.

      LIV.

      LV.

      LVI.

      LVII.

      LVIII.

      LIX.

      LX.

      LXI.

      LXII.

      LXIII.

      LXIV.

      LXV.

      LXVI.

      LXVII.

      LXVIII.

      LXIX.

      LXX.

      LXXI.

      LXXII.

      LXXIII.

      LXXIV.

      LXXV.

      I.

      Table of Contents

      What should we dream, what should we say,

      On this drear day, in this sad clime!

      In the garden the asters fade,

      Smoke of weed-fires blurs the plain,

      The hours pass with a sullen grace—

      Can we be gay when skies are

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1