When Great Trees FallBY MAYA ANGELOU When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die, the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kindContinue reading “When great trees fall”
Calmly We Walk through This April’s DayBY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Calmly we walk through this April’s day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The screaming children, the motor-car Fugitive about us, running away, Between the worker and the millionaire Number provides all distances, It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now, Many great dears are taken away, What will become of you and me(ThisContinue reading “Calmly we walk through this April’s day”
We Wear the MaskBY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBARWe wear the mask that grins and lies,It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—This debt we pay to human guile;With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,In counting all our tears and sighs?Nay, let them only see us, while WeContinue reading “We wear the mask”
No man is an islandBY JOHN DONNENo man is an island,entire of itself;every man is a piece of the continent,a part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less,as well as if a promontory were.as well as if a manor of thy friend’sor of thine own were.Any man’s deathContinue reading “No man is an island”
Elegy BY CHIDIOCK TICHEBORNE (Written before his execution)My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,My crop of corn is but a field of tares,And all my good is but vain hope of gain:The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,And now IContinue reading “Ticheborne’s Elegy”
The JourneyBY MARY OLIVEROne day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles.”Mend my life!”each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the veryContinue reading “The journey”
DreamsBY LANGSTON HUGHESHold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly. Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.
Hello Clovers, the poem of this week is “this is not a small voice” by Sonai Sanchez. I feel this is a very powerful poem which emphasizes on encouraging people of colour whose voices are usually ignored to speak up. To me, it’s an inspiring poem to speak out against injustice and also a reminderContinue reading “This is not a small voice”
Hello Clovers, the poem of this week is “Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe, one of my favourite poets. I would definitely make a video for it soon.
Hello Clovers, the poem of this week is a popular one “the road not taken” by Robert Frost. If you’ve read some of his works, do share your favourite ones.