Category: Literature

Metamorphosis -May Sarton

Always it happens when we are not there — The tree leaps up alive in the air, Small open parasols of Chinese green Wave on each twig. But who has ever seen The latch sprung, the bud as it burst? Spring always manages to get there first. Lovers of wind,...

I Have Come So That -Jalaluddin Rumi

I have come so that, tugging your ear, I may draw you to me, unheart and unself you, plant you in my heart and soul. Rosebush, I have come a sweet springtide unto you, to seize you very gently in my embrace and squeeze you. I have come to adorn...

The World’s Highest Train Line

In the heart of the Himalayas, where the earth meets the sky, stretches the Qinghai-Tibet railway, a marvel of engineering that defies the harshness of nature to connect Xining in central China to the sacred city of Lhasa in Tibet. This 2,000-kilometer journey unfolds across a mesmerizing tableau of the...

O Sun of Real Peace -Walt Whitman

O SUN of real peace! O hastening light! O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for! O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend! O so amazing and broad—up there resplendent, dart-ing and burning!...

The Guest House -Jalaluddin Rumi

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each...

In Flanders Fields -John Mccrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved,...

Door of the Tavern -Hafez

Thank God the door of the Tavern is open and I am needy at His door. The vats are all boiling and crying out of drunkenness. Only the wine of truth can be found there. Not that of falsehood. From Him comes drunkenness, pride and aloofness. From us comes helplessness,...

On His Blindness -John Milton

WHEN I consider how my light is spent E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide,...

The Message of Dawn -Allama Muhammad Iqbal

When the sparkling of the night’s forehead’s decoration disappeared The zephyr of life with the news of the happy morning appeared It awakened the nightingale of flowery song in its nest It shook the shoulder of the farmer on the field’s edge It broke the spell of darkness of night’s...

Lead Poem

Lead Poem

Maya Angelou  The Lesson I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting flesh and worms do Not convince me against The challenge. The years And cold defeat live deep in Lines along my face. They dull my eyes,...

Wallace Stevens- The Snow Man 

Wallace Stevens- The Snow Man 

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of...

Lead Poem

Lead Poem

Hafiz Lifts Beyond Conception Independent Of this body is my mind When the call from the Golden Nightingale Lifts and pours my being throughout The Sky. Independent of this mind is my Heart When God unfurls even a shadow of His tress Upon my bare shoulder. Sovereign of my illumined...

A Tender Dream -Sabit Hasan

In the realm of my homeland’s uncertain haze, Where turmoil and despair cast their gloomy gaze, A boy of seventeen, amidst the tempest’s wrath, Contemplates the chaos, searching for a path. In his youthful eyes, flickers a glimmer of hope, A fire within, refusing to accept life’s trope, He sees...

Ted Hughes The Seven Sorrows

Ted Hughes The Seven Sorrows

The first sorrow of autumn Is the slow goodbye Of the garden who stands so long in the evening- A brown poppy head, / The stalk of a lily, And still cannot go. The second sorrow / Is the empty feet Of a pheasant who hangs from a hook with...

The Morning Star Venus -Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Morning Star Venus -Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Should I abandon the pleasure of sun’s and moon’s company? And should I abandon this service of conveying dawn’s message ? For me the height of the world of stars is not good For me lowliness of earth’s denizens is better than this height What is the sky? Is the uninhabited...

To My Friends -Sabit Hasan

To my young friends, this ode I sing, In the dawn of life, where dreams take wing, You stand on the threshold of a world unknown, With hearts aflame, with passions grown. Oh, young souls, wild and free, Explorers of possibilities, you shall be, In your eyes, I see the...

A Glimpse -Walt Whitman

A glimpse through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner, Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may...