Madhushala (The Tavern) (Harivansh Rai Bachchan Poems)
Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern.Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there?"People show him different ...
Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern.Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there?"People show him different ...
Where the cedar leaf divides the skyI heard the sea.In sapphire arenas of the hillsI was promised an improved infancy.Sulking, ...
What was it a question of? A hair's breath, in all.A tree was catching fire, a pond was sulking, a ...
I. This is the Mengene mountain When dawn creeps up at the lake Van This is the child of ...
Who's that I hear?-It's me-Who?-Your heartHanging on by the thinnest threadI lose all my strength, substance, and fluidWhen I see ...
Coe, Berry-brown! Hie, Thistledown!Make haste; the milking-time is come!The bells are ringing in the town,Tho' all the green hillside is ...
According to Culture Shock: A Guide to Customs and Etiquette of Filipinos, when my husband says yes, he could also ...
My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for heavy hours: Until they rain me words, My thoughts are drooping flowers And ...
And now behold this sulking boy, His costly presents bring no joy; Harsh tears of anger fill his eye Tho' ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Who's that I hear?-It's me-Who?-Your heart Hanging on by the thinnest thread I lose all my strength, substance, and fluid ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
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