On his Blindness ............................................by john milton (1608-1674)
when i consider how my light is spent
era half of my days, in this dark world and wide ,
and that one talent , which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless , though my soul is more bent , to serve therewith my Maker, and present
my true account , lest he returning chide ;
" Doth God exact day labour, light denied?
i foundly ask; but present to prevent That murmer , soon replies, "God doth not need
either man's work, or his own gifts Who best
Bear his mind yoke they serve him best
His state is kingly; thousands, at his bidding speed
And post over land and ocean without rest
they also serve who only stand and wait
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd ,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the milky way
They stretchedin never ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
ten thousand saw I at a glance
tossing their heads in sprightly dance
The waves beside them danced; but they
out did the sparkling waves in glee;
a poet could not but be gay;
I gazed and gazed but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought;
for oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
Then flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude
and then my heart with pleasure fills
and dances with the daffodils
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root
tell me where all past years are
or who cleft the devil's foot
Teach me to hear mermaids singing
or to keep off envy's stinging
and find
what wind
serves to advance an honest mind
If thou be'st born to strange sights
things invisible to see
Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till age snow white hairs on thee
Thou when thou return'st wilt tell me
all strange wonders that befell thee
and swear
no where
Lives a woman true, and fair
If thou find'st one let me know
such a pilgrimage were sweet
Yet do not Iwould not go
though at next door we might meet
though she were true when you met her
and last till you write your letter
yet she
will be
false ere i come to two or three.
It was hot, so hot before the eunuchs came
to dance wide skirts going round and round cymbals
Richly clashing and anklets jingling, jingling
jingling ..... Beneath the fiery gulmohur with
Long braids flying dark eyes flashing they danced and
they dance oh they danced till they
bled..................... there were green
Tattoos on their cheeks , jasmines in their hair song
were dark and some were almost fair
their voices
Were harsh their songs melancholy they sang of
Lovers dying and or children left unborn .........
Some beat their drums others beat their
sorry breasts
And wailed and writhed in vacant
ecstasy . they were thin in limbs and dry like half burnt
logs from
Funeral pyres a drought and a rottenness
were in each of them. Even the crows were so
silent on trees and the children wide eyed still
All were watching these poor creatures convulsions
The sky crackled then thunder came and lightning
And rain a meagre rain that smelt of dust in
attics and the urine of lizards and mice ..........
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud ............................................by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd ,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the milky way
They stretchedin never ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
ten thousand saw I at a glance
tossing their heads in sprightly dance
The waves beside them danced; but they
out did the sparkling waves in glee;
a poet could not but be gay;
I gazed and gazed but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought;
for oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
Then flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude
and then my heart with pleasure fills
and dances with the daffodils
Go and catch a falling star ............................................... by John donne
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root
tell me where all past years are
or who cleft the devil's foot
Teach me to hear mermaids singing
or to keep off envy's stinging
and find
what wind
serves to advance an honest mind
If thou be'st born to strange sights
things invisible to see
Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till age snow white hairs on thee
Thou when thou return'st wilt tell me
all strange wonders that befell thee
and swear
no where
Lives a woman true, and fair
If thou find'st one let me know
such a pilgrimage were sweet
Yet do not Iwould not go
though at next door we might meet
though she were true when you met her
and last till you write your letter
yet she
will be
false ere i come to two or three.
The dance of the eunuchs..................................... by kamala Das
It was hot, so hot before the eunuchs came
to dance wide skirts going round and round cymbals
Richly clashing and anklets jingling, jingling
jingling ..... Beneath the fiery gulmohur with
Long braids flying dark eyes flashing they danced and
they dance oh they danced till they
bled..................... there were green
Tattoos on their cheeks , jasmines in their hair song
were dark and some were almost fair
their voices
Were harsh their songs melancholy they sang of
Lovers dying and or children left unborn .........
Some beat their drums others beat their
sorry breasts
And wailed and writhed in vacant
ecstasy . they were thin in limbs and dry like half burnt
logs from
Funeral pyres a drought and a rottenness
were in each of them. Even the crows were so
silent on trees and the children wide eyed still
All were watching these poor creatures convulsions
The sky crackled then thunder came and lightning
And rain a meagre rain that smelt of dust in
attics and the urine of lizards and mice ..........
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