Friday, January 1, 2016

MY HEART LEAPS UP WHEN I BEHOLD

MY HEART LEAPS UP WHEN I BEHOLD


William Words Worth
This poem was composed by William words worth .The poet gets pleasure when he sees a rainbow. This  rainbow  has been the same  for the  whole of the poet’s  life .The  poet says that  there isn’t any  change  in rainbow .It is  same as it was in the past  .It  will remain same  in future .The   poet says  that the child is the father of man it means present is outcome of past .The  final to lines link the beauty  of the nature as seen in the rainbow  to the  feelings  .The  poet hopes that love of god, like his love of the nature ,will be  with every day.










MY HEART LEAPS UP WHEN I BEHOLD


My heart leaps up when I behold
            
                        A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,
         
                                 Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.



Tuesday, December 29, 2015

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING



The author : Robert Lee Frost (March 26 , 1874  - January 29 , 1993)  was an American  poet .he is highly  regarded for  his realistic depictions  of rural life and his  command of American colloquial  speech. His work  frequently  employed   themes  from the  early 1900s  rural life In New England , using the setting to  examine complex  social and philosophical  themes .A  popular and often - quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently  during his lifetime , receiving  four Pulitzer prizes for Poetry.
Robert Lee Frost




My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   


He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   



The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.




Saturday, December 26, 2015

Gaia

Gaia

The Author: Shreedhar Lohani Holds degree from universities in Nepal. England and the USA. He has worked as a professor at the Central department of English Tribhuvan University.

Shreedhar Lohani
From the dry, withered palms trees, the wind is realized rising higher and the rain that drops on the seen like devouring monster. The sea has its enormous frothy mouth that can devour all the rain water. The  mountain peak has irregular shape .time ,with its gray thinner flight , attacks  the world .the smell of mildew spreads and covers the house .All around ,in the world ,can be seen and felt turbulence (disturbance ,noise ) and hunger .Yet the earth (Gaia ) tolerates all these pains and sufferings .

Open your arms and embrace me,

And I will embrace you.

Whisper your wisdom in my ears,

And I will teach it to the world.

Show me your secrets, Earth-Mother,

And I will transcribe them for the common-folk.

Nourish me from your woman-breast,

And I will nourish my brothers and sisters.

Intoxicate me with your earthly scent,

And I will serve you;

For you are the life-womb,

The Mother of us all,

And we would perish without you and your love.

Sable Aradia (1993)


Wednesday, December 23, 2015

The Lunatic

The Lunatic


Laxmi Prasad devkota 
The Author: Laxmi Prasad Devkota (November 12, 1909-September 14, 1959) was a Nepali poet. He is arguably the best writer in the Nepali Language .he has written great works in the Nepalese Language. He is best known for the poem "Muna Madan "devkota was the third son of Pandit Tila Madhav and Amar Rajya Laxmi dev. He was born in Thatunati (now dhobidhara, Kathmandu on the day of the Festival of lights, which is celebration of the goodness of Wisdom and Wealth .he showed poetic genius from a very lender age .



Haile visiting an asylum.
I wandered alone through the grounds.
And I stopped to admire the Rose Beds.
And the well-kept grass surrounds.

And to a man who was busily working.
Digging a flower bed.
"The grounds look really lovely.
You must be very proud," I said.

He looked pensive for a moment.
And then he said: "Not bad.
Especially for a man like me,
Who has been certified as mad!."

Then seeing my reaction.
He said: "I beg you, have no fear.
To take control of all my wealth,
My wicked family placed me here."

"With the help of a crooked doctor.
They had me certified.
And thanks to all their wanton greed.
Twenty years I've been inside."

I said: "I find your story shocking.
And I swear I will not rest.
And to bring about your freedom,
I will surely do my best.

Tears rolled down the other's cheeks.
And he dropped his head and sobbed.
He said: "I can't believe that someone cares,
About the fact that I've been robbed."

"But I'm not looking to get even.
And the money they can keep.
All I ask now is my freedom.
And the peace of mind I seek."

And as I turned to walk away,
His spade hit me in the neck.
Then he kicked me in the backside, saying:
"Now promise you won’t forget!"



Saturday, December 19, 2015

THE FIGURE A POEM MAKES

THE FIGURE A POEM MAKES


Robert Frost 
ROBERT FROST (1874-1963) WAS BORN IN San Francisco, California, His father William old. HIs Scottish mother ,the  former Isabelle Moody , resumed her  career as a  schoolteacher to support her family .the family  lived in Lawrence , Massachusetts , with frost’s paternal grandfather .William Prescott frost ,who gave his grandson a good schooling .In 1892  frost graduated from a high school and  attended Dartmouth College for few months .Over  the next  years he held a number of jobs .Frost worked among others in a textile mill and  taught Latin at his mother’s  school in Methuen ,Massachusetts .In 1894 the New York  Independent published frost’s poem continued to write and publish his poem in magazines .In 1895 he married a former schoolmate , Elinor white ; they had six children .

From 1897  to 199 frost Studied at Harvard , but left without receiving  a degree .he moved to Derry , New Hampshire , working  there as a cobber , farmer ,and sent his poems to the Atlantic Monthly  they were  returned with this not ; “ we regret that The Atlantic has no  place for your vigorous  verse .”

In 1912 frost sold his farm and took his wife and four young children of England .there he published his first collection of poems, A BOYS WILL L, at the age of 39. It was followed by NORTH BOSTON (1914) , which gained  international reputation .the collection contains some of frost’s best -known poems  : mending  Wall , ‘ the death of the Hired man , ‘ Home Burial l,” ‘A servant s ,, ‘After apple - Picking ‘ and ‘the wood-Pile ,’ the poems ,written  with blank  verse or looser free verse of dialogue , were drawn from his own life , recurrent losses ,every tasks and his loneliness.
                                                                
While in England Frost was deeply influenced y such English poets as Rupert Brooke ,After  returning to the US  in 1915  with his family , frost bought a farm near Franconia , new Hampshire .when , when the editor of the Atlantic  Monthly asked for poems , he gave the very ones that had previously been rejected .Frost taught Later at Amherst college (1916-38) and Michigan universities .
In 1916 he was made a member of the National Institutes  of Arts and Letters .On the same year appeared his third collection  of verse ,MOUNTAIN INTERVAL , which contained such poems as the Road Not  taken ,’” The Oven bird , ‘ Birches , ‘and ‘ “ the Hill Wife  .’Frost’s poems show deep appreciation of natural world and sensibility about the human aspirations. His images - woods ,stars ,houses,  brooks,- are  unusually taken from everyday life .with his down -to - earth approach to his subjects , readers found it is easy to follow the poet into deeper truths , without being burdened with pedantry .Often Frost used the rhythms and vocabulary of ordinary speech or even the looser free verse of dialogue .

In 1920 Frost purchased a farm in south Shaftsbury, Vermont, near Middlebury college where he confounded the Bread Loaf School and conference of English. His wife died I 1938 and he lost four of his children. Two if his daughters suffered  mental breakdowns ,and his son carol , a frustrated poet and farmer ,led  him to cling to the desire to be awarded the Nobel  Prize for literature after the death of his wife , frost  became  strongly attracted to Kay Morrison, whom  he employed as his secretary and adviser .Frost also composed for her one  of his finest love poems ,’ a witness tree .’

Frost travelled in 1957 with his future biographer Lawrence ‘Thompson to England and to Israel and Greece in 1961. He participated in the inauguration of President John Kennedy in 1961 by reciting two of his poems .When the sun and the wind prevented him from reading his new poem. “The Preface ‘, frost recited his old poem , ‘The Gift Outright ,’ from memory , frost travelled in 1962  , in the soviet Union as a member of a goodwill group .he had a long talk with premier Nikita Khrushchev, whom he described  as “ no fathead “ , as smart , big and not a coward ,” Frost also reported that  Khrushchev  had said the United states was “ too  liberal to fight ,”It caused a considerable stir  in  Washington,. Among the honors and rewards frosts received were tributes from the U.S.  Senate (1950), the American academy of Poets (1953), new York University (1956), and Huntington Hartford foundation (1962). In 1958 the congressional gold Medal (1962, the Edward MacDowell medal 1962. In 1930 he was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters, Amherst College appointed him saimpson Lecturer for life 1949, and in 1958 he was made poetry consultant for the Library of congress.
                                                                            

At the time of his death on January 29, 1963, frost was considered a kind of unofficial poet laureate of the U.S.” I would have written of me on my stone:  I had a lover’s quarrel with the world,” Frost once said, .In his poems Frost depicted the field and farms of his surroundings, observing the details of rural life l, which hide universal meaning. His  independent , elusive  half  humorous  view of the  world produced such  remarks as “ I never take my side in a quarrel “ , or “ I’m never serious except when I’m fooling , “ Although frost’s works were generally  praised the lack of seriousness  concerning   social and political problems  of the 1930s  annoyed some more socially  oriented critics . Later biographers have created a complex and contradictory portrait of the poet. In  Lawrence  Thompson’s  humorless, three- volume official biography (1966-1976)  Frost was presented was a misanthrope, anti- intellectual, cruel land angry man , but in jay  Perini’s work  (1999) he was again viewed with sympathy ; “ he was  a loner who liked company ; a poet of isolation who south  a mass audience ; a rebel who sought to fit in . Although a family man to the core he frequently felt alienated from his wife and children and withdrew into reveries. While preferring to stay home, he traveled more than any poet of his generation to give lectures and reading even though he remained terrified of public speaking to the end …..”

Thursday, December 17, 2015

FULL FATHOM FIVE THY FATHER LIES

FULL FATHOM FIVE THY FATHER LIES


William Shakespeare
SHAKESPEARE, William (1564-1616). English dramatist. He was born in Stratford-Avon in Warwickshire and married Anne Hathaway in about 1582. Sometime thereafter he went to London, where he pursued a career as an actor, poet, and dramatist. He probably began to write for the stage in the late 1580s; although his plays were widely performed in his lifetime, many were not printed until the First Folio of 1623. His plays are written mostly in blank verse and include comedies, such as a midsummer Night’s dream and As You Like it; historical plays, including Richard III and henry V; the Greek and roman plays, including Julius Caesar and Antony and Cleopatra; the so-called “problem plays,” enigmatic comedies which include All’s  Well  That Ends Well and Measure  for Measure ; the great  tragedies , Hamlet, Othello, King Lear ,and Macbeth; and the group of tragicomedies  with which he  ended his career , such  as The winter’s Tale  and the Tempest .He also wrote more than 150  sonnets ,published in 1609 ,as  well  as narrative poems such as The rape of Lucrece (1594)
This poem occurs n Shakespeare’s play, The Tempest, Act I, Scene 2. The spirit Ariel sings this song to Ferdinand, Prince of Naples, who mistakenly thinks his father drowned.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
                    Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:                 
                    Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea Change
Into something g rich and strange
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding- dong.

Hark! Now I hear them -   Ding - dong, bell.



Wednesday, December 16, 2015

TRAVELING THROUGH THE DARK

TRAVELING THROUGH THE DARK


STAFFORD, William (1914). Born in U.S.A. He took a doctorate at the University of Lowa. His first book was not published until 1959 (The poems), when he was forty-five, but he has published a great deal during the ensuing years (Traveling thought the dark 1962, The rescued year 1966, Temporary facts 1970, in the clock of reason, 1973, things that happen when there aren’t any people 1980, Listening Deep 1984, stones, storms, and strangers 1984 Wyoming 1985). His poem mostly has a non-urban locale. His other works include down in my heart (1947, rev. 1985), You Must Revise your life (1986).

William Stafford
In this poem Stafford present a grate tension between two realities, two systems of life. On one hand are efficiency and responsibility, unglamorous virtues that we learn to admire when we face danger or loss. On the other hand, are emotions warmer than efficiency and deeper than good judgment where on the scale of rational decision making is the protagonist to weigh what he feels when he touches the doe’s side:” her fawn lay there waiting, alive, still, never to be born”? Stafford’s poem is strong because he does full justice to both sides of the conflict.

Traveling through the dark I found a dear 
dead on the edge of the Wilson river road. 
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by that heap, a doe, a recent killing; 
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason -
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights; 
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red; 
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all- my only swerving -
Then pushed her over the edge into the river.