First stanza That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect. Second stanza An aged man …
That winter, the dead could not be buried.The ground was frozen, the gravediggers weak from hunger,The coffin wood was used for fuel. So they were covered with somethingAnd taken on a child’s sled to the cemeteryIn the sub-zero air. They lay on the soil,Some of them wrapped in dark clothBound with rope like the tree’s …
Leningrad Cemetery, Winter of 1941 by Sharon Olds Read More »
I’ve known rivers:I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than theFlow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above …
The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes – Analysis Read More »
Thus she had lain, sugarcane sweetdeserts her hair, golden her feetmountains her breasts, two Niles her tears.Thus she has lain, Black through the years.Over the white seas, rime white and coldbrigands ungentle, icicle boldtook her young daughterssold her strong sonschurched her with Jesusbled her with guns.Thus she has lainNow she is rising, remember her painremember …
Derek Walcott was born in St.Lucia in the West Indies in 1930. His father was English and his mother was African. He has written poems, plays and is a painter. The time will comeWhen, with elation,You will greet yourself arrivingAt your own door, in your own mirror,And each will smile at the other’s welcome, And …
(for a Caribbean island man in London who still wakes up to the sound of the sea)Morning and island man wakes upto the sound of blue surfin his headthe steady breaking and wombingwild seabirdsand fishermen pushing out to seathe sun surfacing defiantlyfrom the east; of his small emerald islandhe always comes back groggily groggilyComes back …
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;My sin was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy.Seven years tho’ wert lent to me, and I thee pay,Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.O, could I lose all father now! For whyWill man lament the state he should envy?To have so soon ‘scap’d world’s …
The story “The Shadow in the Rose Garden” throws light on the emotional tension of a woman. She loves one man but marries another one out of necessity. In the end, both the husband and the wife are disillusioned but continue living together with a sense of actuality. They accept their new situation in the …
The inhuman, unhygienic, and mechanical life of modern civilization is the theme of the poem. People become lifeless, thoughtless, and directionless in big cities. A glance at the faces of the people traveling in the underground railway of Paris shows that they are just like the petals losing their bloom on the boughs which are …
Carl Sandburg has described the appearance and disappearance of fog with poetic beauty. In its appearance and disappearance, the law of Nature change and newness has been described. Every object, living being, and natural phenomenon is the victim of death and decay. So fog moves to another place. Fog approaches swiftly and suddenly like a …
