What dreams we have and how they fly
Like rosy clouds across the sky;
Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,
Of love that comes to cheer and bless;
And how they wither, how they fade,
The waning wealth, the jilting jade —
The fame that for a moment gleams,
Then flies forever, —dreams, ah —dreams!
O burning doubt and long regret
O tears with which our eyes are wet,
Heart-throbs, heart-aches, the glut of pain,
The somber cloud, the bitter rain,
You were not of those dreams — ah! well,
Your full fruition who can tell?
Wealth, fame, and love, ah! love that beams
Upon our souls, all dreams — ah! dreams.
Article from Wikipedia for biography and other details:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Laurence_Dunbar
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Priya's Poems-1: "The crow and the nightingale"
A crow
shrieks in despair.
am black,
am ugly,
No one to love me.
I curse my fate.
Nightingale sang in return
am beautiful
can seduce many
by my looks.
mesmerize people
by my sweet song.
Proud about my fate.
Oh beauty,
Said the crow
We are unfortunate
And
We have occupied every
Ecological niche
Of this world.
Have taken
our curse everywhere.
Nightingale replied
We are
Symbols of
Good fortune
And harmony.
Have shrunken our territory
To acute places.
Unlike thee.
But
i have a deep-rooted
fear inside
as our fight for
survival
for tomorrow
and am
skeptical.
As
good harmonious
and
moral ones
are losing the battle
against
sinful
immoral
corrupt
cruel and merciless
world.
Now I curse my fate……..
Crow shrieks in high..
Ha ha ha
Now,
am proud of my fate.
shrieks in despair.
am black,
am ugly,
No one to love me.
I curse my fate.
Nightingale sang in return
am beautiful
can seduce many
by my looks.
mesmerize people
by my sweet song.
Proud about my fate.
Oh beauty,
Said the crow
We are unfortunate
And
We have occupied every
Ecological niche
Of this world.
Have taken
our curse everywhere.
Nightingale replied
We are
Symbols of
Good fortune
And harmony.
Have shrunken our territory
To acute places.
Unlike thee.
But
i have a deep-rooted
fear inside
as our fight for
survival
for tomorrow
and am
skeptical.
As
good harmonious
and
moral ones
are losing the battle
against
sinful
immoral
corrupt
cruel and merciless
world.
Now I curse my fate……..
Crow shrieks in high..
Ha ha ha
Now,
am proud of my fate.
On Poetry-12: John F Kennedy
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his experience. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. For art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstones of our judgement - John F Kennedy
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Poem of the day-80: "Winter" by Shakespeare
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Friday, January 1, 2010
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