"The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more." ( The Solitary Reaper ) In the course of one of his walking tours, Wordsworth once saw a Scottish Highland girl reaping and singing all alone in a field. Her song, which had a melancholy ring, filled the entire valley, and the poet was... Sign in to see full entry.
Wilfred Owen’s sonnet Anthem for Doomed Youth is a touching and delicate elegiac poem on a whole generation of young men doomed to die in battle. The poet says that young soldiers sent to fight abroad get ruthlessly slaughtered like cattle in the battle. Their deaths are unheroic and horrible. No... Sign in to see full entry.
A classical dramatic literature, Anton Chekov’s The Cherry Orchard serves as a fluid and complex symbol that has different meanings with different classes of people and also with the changing times. At one time when the cherry orchard was in bloom and laden with fruits, it was a source of great... Sign in to see full entry.
Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Reason, your viceroy... Sign in to see full entry.
The inherent resident quarter of all beings is universal: a body is otherwise a corpse without the spirit as its body-current or the life-giving force. At the outside, the body is one extremity; in between are progresssively, the layers of our diffentiated existence -- the mind (emotions, feelings),... Sign in to see full entry.
Szymborska the poet, continues... Next to clouds even a stone seems like a brother, someone you can trust, while they are just distant, flighty cousins. Let people exist if they want, and then die, one after another: clouds simply don’t care what they’re up to down there. And so their haughty fleet... Sign in to see full entry.
I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second’s enough for them to start being something else. Their trademark: they don’t repeat a single shape, shade, pose, arrangement. Unburdened by memory of any kind, they float easily over the facts. What on earth could they bear witness to?... Sign in to see full entry.
The Poet Laureate from Herefordshire County in western England, John Masefield lost his mother at six years of age who died while giving birth to his sister. This heartrending experience at an impressionable age left an indelible mark of sorrow on his soul which he found almost impossible to... Sign in to see full entry.
The mind is invariably the dominatrix in a sadomasochistic relationship with the body and the intellect. It uses the body as an instrument to fulfill its desires, and the body helplessly follows to do her bidding. It being naturally impure, a lot of effort in purification is required to be done that... Sign in to see full entry.
Hailed as one of the greatest Romanian playwrights, Eugene Ionesco wrote his dramas in French. Having spent his childhood in utter poverty, he came to believe that life's paradoxes were absurd and "out of harmony". Thus, the play, Rhinoceros, belongs to the Theatre of the Absurd. – the theatre that... Sign in to see full entry.