MIGRATIONS Migrations are always difficult: ask any drought, any plague; ask the year 1947. Ask the chronicles themselves: if there had been no migrations would there have been enough history to munch on? Going back in time is also tough. Ask anyone back-trekking to Sargodha or Jhelum or Mianwali... Sign in to see full entry.
The Blessed Damozel is the story of a woman in heaven waiting for the arrival of the man she loved on earth. She talks about what she would do when he comes, how she will show him all the beautiful things in heaven where dwell all the saints and angels, besides Virgin Mary and the Christ. But the... Sign in to see full entry.
My apologies to all my fellow readers at Blogitsville that it's been too long a time I've not been able to read, write, or comment in return. I've tested Corona+ve but that's one thing. The situation is going or rather has gone beyond control and in almost the every other house, we have 3 or 4... Sign in to see full entry.
There was once a playful fly who With an intent for amusement Bit rather tight on the shiny Inviting pate of a cocky bald gent Screaming, Oh you b****** The dude on his grassless patch landed a crashing slap Dodging, mocked the fly Serves you right, and with glee I clap At your foolery questing for... Sign in to see full entry.
An exquisite poem by George Herbert, a 17 th century poet who died young, at forty, in 1633. He has been rightfully called the saint of the Metaphysical school. His poem, The Pulley, is a depiction of the inescapable relationship between Man and God. When God created Man, He, in his beneficence,... Sign in to see full entry.
The longest poem The Fairie Quenne written in the English language is by Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599). First published in 1590 were Books I – III, and was later republished in 1596 with three more books, IV – VI. The epic is a fantastical allegory celebrating the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. The... Sign in to see full entry.
In the poem "To an Athlete Dying young", Housman recalls a time when a young athlete won the race which brought honour to the town. For his victory he was given a hero's reception by being carried in a chair throughout the market place. He was brought home held shoulder-high while people young and... Sign in to see full entry.
The title is from one of John Donne's Holy Sonnets --- though some have called thee, Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. (Opening lines) The greatest thing about the teachings of the Vedas and the... Sign in to see full entry.
I see with wondrous eyes the danes Of life and death going on unceasingly Without a pause, for there are no full stops or commas In the cosmic cycle of Nature; it is always a continuous “IS” A yellowed leaf falls, detached from the tree, silently Without leaving a tear or a scar behind; it happily... Sign in to see full entry.
There is a huge chasm between knowledge gathered from books and one’s experiential learning. The two can be categorized: the former most often drowns you, the latter enlightens you.The one is rote, memorized; the other is a live knowing, known from your lived experiences. No memory is required here.... Sign in to see full entry.