W HEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, 5 And thought of him... Sign in to see full entry.
The inherent resident quarter of all human 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,... Sign in to see full entry.
Last Sunday, we went strolling in the inclement weather, cold, windy and cloudy, along the Golden Gate Bridge, a weather which I so thoroughly savour. Here is a poem I wrote long ago, with certain changes to fit with my imaginings. Hope you all too, enjoy. Walking along the Golden Gate North... Sign in to see full entry.
I have meditated somewhat on the word 'Repent' and on the Truth of the Christian Faith that it'll reach one to the doors of heaven? Astonishingly, I found also a lot on this one very thought in the Hindu scriptures, not only in its understandable limits but to its beyond. Here is what I could... Sign in to see full entry.
In the ancient times much of what was easily conveyed in verse is, in modern times, expressed in prose. Narrative or iambi (episodes) poetry has become almost rare. Many critics including Benedetto Croce are of the opinion that it is about time for the classical principles to be once again given... Sign in to see full entry.
Cool light! Arrows peaceful, doled out from the moon Gifts away its all received from the sun, keeping none; it befits - An ailing eye benefits from rubbing the sole of the feet The belly says ‘thank you' to the hands that feed Water quenches, but is left thirsty unless it first Sates the parched... Sign in to see full entry.
The British philosopher and economist, John Stuart Mill wrote this essay ' Thoughts on Poetry and its Varieties' in 1832, when he was twenty-six. A man of sharp intellect, it is a careful analysis of his views on the different kinds of poetry he read during his time. (An off-course information - the... Sign in to see full entry.
Pope’s An Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot was written originally as a tribute to his physician friend Dr Arbuthnot. It was, as Pope said, a Bill of Complaint” against those who had attacked “not only my writings …, to my Person, Moral and my Family”. But the range of the poem is far wider than mere... Sign in to see full entry.
Woken up by thunder steep as I was in a slumber deep Heard someone shouting, Wake up, look … a guest is waiting! Dead in the night groggy I was, went back to my treasured cause. But sleep came not that night; thoughts knocking as in a fight Getting up, opened the door, saw none out there waiting;... Sign in to see full entry.
If you are asked to define what success is, you will fall into great difficulty. Because success, to different people, have different connotations altogether. To the ambitious, no success is good enough, whereas to a man of unhurried temperament, withdrawn and non-energetic, satisfied as he is in... Sign in to see full entry.