Daily Archives: July 23, 2015

Poem – My Mother – Ann Taylor

Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed,  And tears of sweet affection shed?  My Mother.  When pain and sickness made me cry,  Who gazed upon my heavy eye,  And wept for fear that I should … Continue reading

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Poem – The Cow – Ann Taylor

Thank you, pretty cow,  that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread,  Every day and every night,  Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.  Do not chew the hemlock rank,  Growing on the weedy bank;  But the yellow cowslips eat;  They … Continue reading

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Poem – India – Taslima Nasrin

(to Sumit Chakrabarty) India is not just India, even from before I was born,  India has been my history.  My history, carved into two by daggers of animosity and hatred, running breathlessly towards uncertain possibilities,  with the terrible crack at the … Continue reading

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Poem – India – Taslima Nasrin

(to Sumit Chakrabarty) India is not just India, even from before I was born,  India has been my history.  My history, carved into two by daggers of animosity and hatred, running breathlessly towards uncertain possibilities,  with the terrible crack at the … Continue reading

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Poem – Mosque, Temple – Taslima Nasrin

Let the pavilions of religion be ground to bits,  let the bricks of temples, mosques, guruduaras, churches  be burned in blind fire,  and upon those heaps of destruction  let lovely flower gardens grow, spreading their fragrance.  let children’s schools and study … Continue reading

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Poem – Now The Hungry Lion Roars – William Shakespeare

From “A Midsummer-Night’s Dream,” Act V. Scene 2  PUCK sings:  NOW the hungry lion roars,  And the wolf behowls the moon;  Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,  All with weary task fordone.  Now the wasted brands do glow,  Whilst the screech-owl, … Continue reading

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Poem – The Room In Which I Am Forced . . . – Taslima Nasrin 

The room in which I now live has a closed window,  A window that I cannot open at will.  The window’s covered with a heavy curtain that I cannot move at will.  I live in a room now,  Where I … Continue reading

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