October’s Party

Chanced upon this beautiful and delightful poem by George Cooper. While visiting New Zealand I was overjoyed to see these brightly coloured trees against deep blue skies; a rare sight back home! I could not take my eyes off the trees, plants, flowers, grass and weeds. This is an October full of splendour! ”October gaveContinue reading “October’s Party”

Coromandel Fishers

Sarojini Naidu’s poetry has a magical and musical charm that kindles your imagination and satiates your sense of beauty and joy. Her poetry, enhanced by mellifluous rhythm and captivating imagery appeals to our senses. Bangle sellers, street vendors, palanquin bearers, weavers, royalty and mythological characters are all painted in vibrant strokes in her poems. SarojiniContinue reading “Coromandel Fishers”

Those Halcyon Days will be back soon!

“A fellow in the skies Of independent hues, A little weather-worn, Inspiriting habiliments Of indigo and brown. ……. With gay delays he goes To some superior tree Without a single leaf, And shouts for joy to nobody But his seraphic self!” Emily Dickinson   Emily’s lines are about the Blue Bird, yet perfectly match withContinue reading “Those Halcyon Days will be back soon!”

The spider as an artist…

95 The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed — Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified By every Broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian Land — Neglected Son of Genius I take thee by the Hand — Emily Dickinson Recently I came across this Emily Dickinson one. I have rather been inactive onContinue reading “The spider as an artist…”

My crown is called content…

“My crown is in my heart, not on my head … My crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.” She sells flowers at a local market in Saigon… Her hearty, contented smile is as bright as the flowers she sells! When I was flipping through my photos for this week’sContinue reading “My crown is called content…”

The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms-sweep vale-and hill-and tree…

A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps! The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms— Sweep vale—and hill—and tree! Prithee, My pretty Housewives! Who may expected be? The Neighbors do not yet suspect! The Woods exchange a smile! Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird— In suchContinue reading “The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms-sweep vale-and hill-and tree…”

An Altered Look About The Hills…

  When Spring is about to spring forth, here’s one from Emily…   An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn— A print of a vermillion foot— A purple finger on the slope— A flippant fly upon the pane—Continue reading “An Altered Look About The Hills…”

Spring hesitates at Winter’s door…

Spring hesitates at Winter’s door, But the mango blossom rashly runs out to him~ Tagore March brings with him the fragrance of mango blossoms. Like the ashoka flower, mango blossom is one among the five floral arrows in Kamadeva’s (God of Love) quiver. The buds break open to golden blooms heralding the arrival of Spring.Continue reading “Spring hesitates at Winter’s door…”