I was looking up a text for Herself and came upon this site.
I am not myself a primary poetry consumer, but some are, and this covers quite a bit of ground:
[http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/]
Where else are you likely to find Sikh poetry side by side with this from 8th century China:
My heart is the clear water in the stony pond.
Right now it is invaded by the peach-blossom shadows.
As soon as I arrive at heaven's palaces
I shall settle down with my seven-stringed lute.
I need to lose those peach-blossom shadows, me.