Aging – MADHU MALTI

Fern Hill : Dylan Thomas : : Childhood Poems : :

Fern HillDylan Thomas – 1914-1953 Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes,And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple townsAndContinue reading “Fern Hill : Dylan Thomas : : Childhood Poems : :”

Winter Stars : Sara Teasdale : : Winter Poems : :

Winter StarsBY SARA TEASDALEI went out at night alone;The young blood flowing beyond the seaSeemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings- I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head From shadows shaken on the snow,I saw Orion in the east Burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father’s house,Continue reading “Winter Stars : Sara Teasdale : : Winter Poems : :”

Journey of the Magi : T S Eliot : : Winter Poems : :

by T.S. EliotThe Journey Of The MagiA cold coming we had of it,Just the worst time of the yearFor a journey, and such a long journey:The ways deep and the weather sharp,The very dead of winter.’And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory,Lying down in the melting snow.There were times we regrettedThe summer palaces on slopes, theContinue reading “Journey of the Magi : T S Eliot : : Winter Poems : :”

Mother To Son : Langston Hughes : : Sons Poems : :

Well, son, I’ll tell you:Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.It’s had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor—Bare.But all the timeI’se been a-climbin’ on,And reachin’ landin’s,And turnin’ corners,And sometimes goin’ in the darkWhere there ain’t been no light.So boy, don’t you turn back.Don’t you set downContinue reading “Mother To Son : Langston Hughes : : Sons Poems : :”

A Prayer For My Daughter : W B Yeats : : Daughter’s Poems : : ( 1 ) : :

A Prayer for my DaughterW. B. Yeats Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on. There is no obstacleBut Gregory’s wood and one bare hillWhereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;And for an hour I have walked and prayedBecause of the greatContinue reading “A Prayer For My Daughter : W B Yeats : : Daughter’s Poems : : ( 1 ) : :”