The Effulgence Within

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A Sonnet on Mixed-up gropings

I know not what strange affliction assails me today Somehow it tells me Aba, you’ve gone too far Hold, hold, why don’t you realize it’s not your day Conscerate all to Lord and spare the unnecessary spar You indulge in, in your rationality walks of daily life All are nothing but mere exercises in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Coleridge’s imaginative use of ballad style

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy … We see in the above lines of “ The Ancient Mariner” the medieval influence of the supernatural at work in the skeletal ship - the dicing demons on the deck evoking a fearful nightmare of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 14, 2009

How does looking into a Looking Glass look like?

It is the austere language of a diffident man, Hardy, marked with stoical fortitude, patient and uncomplaining, that his poem, “I Look into My Glass”, has an indelibly immediate appeal on the readers’ mind, in his teaching man to face up to Time unflinchingly. Time, with its power, brings... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 13, 2009

Elegy in Deathless Devotion

It was after forty years in 1913 that Thomas Hardy revisited Cornwall, a county to the south of the English Channel, where he had first wooed his heartthrob, Emma, who had then died just a year before. This hallowed place of love where he had once experienced the joys of life is now but only a sad... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

DREAMERS

Seigfried Sassoon observed that soldiers belong to the world of the dead rather than the world of the living. For them there is only the present, but no future, because duing battles they always find themselves on the brink of death. The soldier’s sole duty is to fight, and even die fighting for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 11, 2009

Apostate Boudoir Memoirs

Yesterday morn as I, startled, from my dream awoke, Wondering how’s it that my beloved’s at my side? Even as with cock’s-crow the sunlight broke Hesitantly, through the wide Open windows of her boudoir, falling On her disheveled hair, fell back I, recalling How she’d let go last night, undoing her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

To the Indians Who Died in Africa

A man's destination is his own village, His own fire, and his wife's cooking; To sit in front of his own door at sunset And see his grandson, and his neighbour's grandson Playing in the dust together ( The full poem ) On retirement from a busy life, a man usually passes his old age within the sweet... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Finest poetry on moral issues

No poet has succeeded in writing finer poetry on moral issues than Wordsworth. He was preoccupied with the moral effect of Nature. He was “well pleased to recognize in Nature the language of the sense”- The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Drink the spirit of the season

Leave your books behind and come forth outdoors into the world of Nature, so urges Wordsworth to his sister Dorothy on the first mild day of March. With the onset of Spring there is a joy pervading all Nature, throbbing with new life after the bleak bareness of winter. The harbinger of Sprng is the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 7, 2009

Repair in a moving cry of deapair?

Many of the English hymnodist William Cowper’s poems are a mental record of his mood swings of severe depression. He yearned that his torrid love affair with his first cousin Theodora be culminated in marriage. It could not, because of his father’s strong opposition to an unsociable alliance. This... Sign in to see full entry.

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Embarking on a journey in spiritual quest is fraught with the dangers of doubt, tension and anxiety, disbeliefs, misgivings, and a whole lot of uncertainties. Still, it is that one most integral aspect of life that humankind can rarely ignore or do without. Scientific minds are at loggerheads with what constitute religious truths; likewise, there are close-minded believers that give no credence to scientific facts. What I intend and invite you to discuss here is an intelligent amalgamation of the two seemingly diabolically opposite understandings: whether there exists an interrelationship that can help man to evolve and bloom like the perennial lily?

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