Immortal Eve – III (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1Peace, clamorous trumpets! Silence, drums!Be breathless all and hush!Let die applause. My lady comes,My lady of the blush.She's bashfuller than ...
1Peace, clamorous trumpets! Silence, drums!Be breathless all and hush!Let die applause. My lady comes,My lady of the blush.She's bashfuller than ...
Beautiful dancer upon the wind of the life in thy flutteringwings,O mingle of breeze and sunlight, whose glancing gaietysingsOf the ...
First letter:ADELAIDEYou have come alone. The thick fog of Adelaide Harborsmells of tar and poppies. The peculiar yellow sunof an ...
In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go bySmall on green fields beneath the hueless sky.They do not stay for question, ...
'You're making me into something I'm not.'Then she had to stoopto pick something up; I sawa few vertebrae,then quickly touchedher ...
The sun in the heavens was beaming, The breeze bore an odour of hay,My flannels were spotless and gleaming, My heart was ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,There must be one (which, I am not sure)That I by ...
The tremulous morning is breaking Against the white waste of the sky,And hundreds of birds are awaking In tamarisk bushes hard by.I, ...
Searching for pillowcases trimmedwith lace that my mother-in-lawonce made, I open the chest of drawersupstairs to find that micehave chewed ...
How much better it seems nowthan when it is finally done-the unforgettable first line,the cunning way the stanzas run.The rhymes ...
When I walk in my house I see pictures,bought long ago, framed and hanging-de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore-that I've ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
Calcutta beckons meIn familiar names,Calls me close in the midst of anonymous crowdOn an intense, familiar bent,I fall back on ...
I was born in the land where the Nemunas meanders,Where amber is cast by the sea on the sand,In the ...
In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.Isn't it time to close up the summer-house?Echo traps the thudding of axe-blows in ...
COME out . . . . out To this inevitable night of mine Oh you drinker of new wine, Here's ...
How I remember solstice daysThrough many winters long completed!Each unrepeatable, unique,And each one countless times repeated.Of all these days, these ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
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