The Moment – By: Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years

of hard work and a long voyage

you stand in the centre of your room,

house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,

knowing at last how you got there,

and say, I own this,

 

is the same moment when the trees unloose

their soft arms from around you,

the birds take back their language,

the cliffs fissure and collapse,

the air moves back from you like a wave

and you can’t breathe.

 

No, they whisper. You own nothing.

You were a visitor, time after time

climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.

We never belonged to you.

You never found us.

It was always the other way round.

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Acceptance – By: Robert Lee Frost (1874-1963)

                      When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud

And goes down burning into the gulf below,

No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud

At what has happened. Birds, at least must know

It is the change to darkness in the sky.

Murmuring something quiet in her breast,

One bird begins to close a faded eye;

Or overtaken too far from his nest,

Hurrying low above the grove, some waif

Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.

At most he thinks or twitters softly, ‘Safe!

Now let the night be dark for all of me.

Let the night bee too dark for me to see

Into the future. Let what will be, be.’

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~*~ Sleep Now, O Sleep Now~*~ By: – James Joyce

Sleep now, O sleep now,

O you unquiet heart!

A voice crying “Sleep now”

Is heard in my heart.

 

The voice of the winter

Is heard at the door.

O sleep, for the winter

Is crying “Sleep no more.”

 

My kiss will give peace now

And quiet to your heart — –

Sleep on in peace now,

O you unquiet heart!

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~*~ Only in Sleep ~*~ By: – Sarah Teasdale

Only in sleep I see their faces,

Children I played with when I was a child,

Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,

Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

 

Only in sleep Time is forgotten —

What may have come to them, who can know?

Yet we played last night as long ago,

And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.

 

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,

I met their eyes and found them mild —

Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,

And for them am I too a child?

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Welcome

The bright n’ sweet, the fresh and cheerful,

the sad n’ grieved, the pained and the hopeful,
varied as life, oh! so magical,so mystical,
as true as God, beautiful and wonderful,

come dear friend, come, let us together see
the golden smiles and tears of poetry!

A cheery hello to whoever visits this blog.

I love poetry. And that’s exactly what this blog is going to have. All the poems that I read, have read, and fallen in love with. Slowly and over time, I hope to build here a treasure trove of great poetic gems. I’d appreciate it a lot if you help me by sharing your favourite English poems. Let’s revel in the magic of poesy and discover great gems…

Best wishes to all who visit,

Do come again…

Jyoti Arora

The Bells – By: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

Here’s a lovely poem from the pen of probably the most troubled poet of English Literature. Misery haunted him all his life, and the effect is clear in his poems.  His poem ‘Ravan’ is among one of my most favourite poems. It has such an amazing rhythm, despite having such an eerie atmosphere of doom and horror.

 In this post, however, I have brought another of his poems. Let me know what you think of it…


~*~ The Bells~*~

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Hear the sledges with the bells-

Silver bells!

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night!

While the stars that oversprinkle

All the heavens, seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells-

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II

Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight!

From the molten-golden notes,

And an in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

On the moon!

Oh, from out the sounding cells,

What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!

How it swells!

How it dwells

On the Future! how it tells

Of the rapture that impels

To the swinging and the ringing

Of the bells, bells, bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,

Bells, bells, bells-

To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells-

Brazen bells!

What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!

In the startled ear of night

How they scream out their affright!

Too much horrified to speak,

They can only shriek, shriek,

Out of tune,

In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,

In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,

Leaping higher, higher, higher,

With a desperate desire,

And a resolute endeavor,

Now- now to sit or never,

By the side of the pale-faced moon.

Oh, the bells, bells, bells!

What a tale their terror tells

Of Despair!

How they clang, and clash, and roar!

What a horror they outpour

On the bosom of the palpitating air!

Yet the ear it fully knows,

By the twanging,

And the clanging,

How the danger ebbs and flows:

Yet the ear distinctly tells,

In the jangling,

And the wrangling,

How the danger sinks and swells,

By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-

Of the bells-

Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,

Bells, bells, bells-

In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

IV

Hear the tolling of the bells-

Iron Bells!

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.

And the people- ah, the people-

They that dwell up in the steeple,

All Alone

And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,

In that muffled monotone,

Feel a glory in so rolling

On the human heart a stone-

They are neither man nor woman-

They are neither brute nor human-

They are Ghouls:

And their king it is who tolls;

And he rolls, rolls, rolls,

Rolls

A paean from the bells!

And his merry bosom swells

With the paean of the bells!

And he dances, and he yells;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the paean of the bells-

Of the bells:

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the throbbing of the bells-

Of the bells, bells, bells-

To the sobbing of the bells;

Keeping time, time, time,

As he knells, knells, knells,

In a happy Runic rhyme,

To the rolling of the bells-

Of the bells, bells, bells:

To the tolling of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-

Bells, bells, bells-

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

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Range-finding – By: Robert Frost

     The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung

     And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s nest

     Before it stained a single human breast.

     The stricken flower bent double and so hung.

     And still the bird revisited her young.

     A butterfly its fall had dispossessed

     A moment sought in air his flower of rest,

     Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung.

 

     On the bare upland pasture there had spread

     O’ernight ’twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread

     And straining cables wet with silver dew.

     A sudden passing bullet shook it dry.

     The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,

     But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.

 

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To Himself – By: Aaron Kramer

Finally it will not matter

how many kicked, how many kissed him—

how many rooms there were, how many rumors—

how many poisons were offered, or prizes—

how many salvos, how many silences.

 

It will mean nothing, nothing at all

whether anthologies nested his poems—

whether a critic called them bright birds—

whether they soared across heaven-smooth pages—

whether slumberers leapt at the tune.

 

Nothing will matter, nothing at all

except that his heart maintained its own beat,

his face its own hue, his foot its own thud,

his night its own vision, his soul its won heat,

his hand its own touch, his tongue its own word.

 

This will be all, on the day of days.

But meanwhile, what is a man to do—

a man, like everyone, flesh and blood?

How many times can he say to himself:

Hush, fool, hush! it will not matter,

not matter at all, not matter at all . . .

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The Swan – By: Mary Oliver

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?

Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –

An armful of white blossoms,

A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned

into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,

Biting the air with its black beak?

Did you hear it, fluting and whistling

A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall

Knifing down the black ledges?

And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –

A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet

Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?

And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?

And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?

And have you changed your life?

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