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A Profile
The most singular event in my life that must have fostered the native poetic instinct in me, without so much as my being conscious of it, was my association with Dr Mulk Raj Anand, novelist and art critic, during the most...
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I'd rather have the thought of you To hold against my heart, My spirit to be taught of you With west winds blowing, Than all the warm caresses Of another love's bestowing, Or all the glories of the world In which you had no part. I'd rather have the...
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You just don't get it, I said to them, As we sat around the tree. It's not about going through life alone, It's about going through life with ME. I don't need a wife and kids, A suburban house and dog, I don't need to " be with friends, to burn...
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(blank verse sonnet)
They glide with ease across the winter sky
on waves of air below the cirrus clouds.
Some wing their way a little further south,
while others stay to spend the season here.
Compared to climes of northern Canada,...
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Come hither, child—who gifted thee
With power to touch that string so well?
How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,
Thoughts that I would—but cannot quell?
Nay, chide not, lady; long ago
I heard those notes in Ula's...
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'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,
And the owls have awakened the crowing cock;
Tu—whit! Tu—whoo!
And hark, again! the crowing cock,
How drowsily it crew.
Sir Leoline, the Baron rich,
Hath a toothless mastiff...
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cold cemetery
the long sleeves of your old coat
warm my fingertips
even from beyond this grave
you manage to comfort me
an'ya
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When I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the wall,
The sunshine swam in a shoal across and across,
And a hairy, big bee hung over the primulas
In the window, his body black fur, and the sound of him cross.
There was...
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Question: Christine, tell us a little about yourself.
Answer: I think this is the most difficult question for me to answer because I don’t like talking about myself. I was raised to be polite, and that includes not bragging, so every...
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Again I am raging, I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all
reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
My joy is of your doing,...
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As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary —
For the plot was void of interest —'twas the Postal Guide, in fact,
There I learnt the true location, distance, size, and population
Of each township, town, and village in...
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As one who poring on a Grecian urn
Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made,
God with slim goddess, goodly man with maid,
And for their beauty's sake is loth to turn
And face the obvious day, must I not yearn
For many a secret...
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Flicker, flicker, flicker
I yearn to be the candle
Willing to sacrifice my parts
Standing upright for the whole
Holy upon holy light
Flicker, flicker, flicker
I yearn to be the wax
Melting away the scars
Running for the base
Holy...
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I
Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All...
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I got me dressed for going down
To Teague, the county seat,
With half my savings on my back
And half upon my feet.
My father said, "Be careful son."
My mother said, "Be good."
My sister said, "Bring me a...
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I recall life's yesteryears
of a time not long ago
of sunny, backyard barbecues
hopping Scotch
and jumping rope
Memories of an innocense
not so far away
Time that's grown so distant
now obscure,
forgotten yesterdays
...
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I rescued a young woman,
from a sea of saltwater tears,
kissed her dripping forehead,
touched her soft tender cheeks,
wiped her sad stinging eyes,
stroked her long soaking hair,
and by my care
her wounds were healed,
her...
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I was the youngest kid
in the Yard
They said
"Betcha can't make a Big Bang"
I did
By Golly-
Then there was Light
and all the rest of it
Galaxies, Stars
even a Black Hole
or two
Well, billions of them...
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I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines,
I feed my horse on corn and beans,
And sport young ladies in their teens,
Though a captain in the army.
I teach young ladies how to dance,
How to dance, how to dance,
I teach young ladies how...
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Infuse the past with a vibrant culture of the elites,
Implant a hypothetical universal spirit
Like Hegel did for Europe,
Manu did for India,
Confucius did for China,
Or Nitobe did for Japan and
You get great cultural icons
Like...
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Last night,
I was lying on the rooftop,
thinking of you.
I saw a special Star,
and summoned her to take you a message.
I prostrated myself to the Star
and asked her to take my prostration
to that Sun of Tabriz.
So that with his...
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My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more...
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Old Capting Pink of the Peppermint,
Though kindly at heart and good,
Had a blunt,bluff way of a-gittin` his say
That we all of us understood.
When he brained a man with a pingle spike
Or plastered a seaman flat,
We should `a`been...
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