Satan the heaven-born was at first an angel that was with ways of God, fraught, And from an all-consuming spite 'gainst his King, was his brain-child Sin, brought. Together they conspired and join'd forces to usurp the heavenly reign But all efforts wasted and waned until it stymied into a slough of... Sign in to see full entry.
( Read this fine poem years after I read the first part, that made the sense clear to me. So, today I share with you my happiness in being able find its culmination). CLOUDS, by Wislawa Szymborska. I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second’s enough for them to start being... Sign in to see full entry.
It is the austere language of a diffident man, Hardy, marked with stoical fortitude, patient and uncomplaining, that his poem, “I Look into My Glass”, has an indelible and immediate appeal on the readers’ psyche in his teaching man to face up to Time unflinchingly. Time, with its power, brings... Sign in to see full entry.
POEM D uped was I, a victim of deceit the ersatz: The handiwork of an impoverished soul; I knew him. Hurt came to offer his sympathies But I sent him away with a polite thank you. Some relations are best kept in abeyance Others, fit to be kept in the stables, tethered; for, can they be bettered?... Sign in to see full entry.
It was after forty years in 1913 that Thomas Hardy revisited Cornwall, a county to the south of the English Channel, where he had first wooed his heartthrob, Emma, who had then died just a year before. This hallowed place of love ( Hereto I come to view a voiceless ghost; Whither, O whither will its... Sign in to see full entry.
Hindu Mythology and Science The object of this paper has been to explore and not to glorify, the truths revealed in Hindu Mythology which so closely concur with modern scientific discoveries that it is simply astounding. Scepticism is natural as they do not conform strictly with the modern-day... Sign in to see full entry.
The greatest musician ever on earth, Orpheus Played his lyre with such masterly hand That wild beasts tamed, rivers in their flow stopped And even trees and mountains would begin to follow his band Nymphs swarmed, utterly charmed and obsessed With Orpheus, but he, to lovely Eurydice Was committed in... Sign in to see full entry.
In the Gospel of Thomas in Saying 18 Christ says: The disciples said to Jesus, "Tell us, how will our end come?" Christ said, "Have you found the beginning, then, that you are looking for the end? You see, the end will be where the beginning is. Congratulations to the one who stands at the... Sign in to see full entry.
“Death, be not proud” is the tenth poem in a series of nineteen Holy Sonnets of John Donne (1572 - 1631). Here, by downplaying death he writes about faith and of his assertion in God, employing the literary device of apostrophe to directly address Death. It is personified as a bully that has nothing... Sign in to see full entry.
The sun is setting and the atmosphere, stiflingly windless; it is the evening twilight. Andrea, the son of a sartor (dress-maker) and a brilliant painter is sitting in his studio at Fiesole, a small town near Florence, with Lucrezia, his worldly-minded wife and model, who has for long forsaken any... Sign in to see full entry.