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My Attempts at Poetry. A word before you read. I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see. Wednesday, May 27, 2015. A spade scoop of mud, a twisted swollen hand. Reveals – of man or woman who knows. Another scoop and another tender hand. Appears – a child’s perhaps? Innocent victims of beliefs.

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My Attempts at Poetry. A word before you read. I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see. Wednesday, May 27, 2015. A spade scoop of mud, a twisted swollen hand. Reveals – of man or woman who knows. Another scoop and another tender hand. Appears – a child’s perhaps? Innocent victims of beliefs.

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My Attempts at Poetry: Rogue Web

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My Attempts at Poetry. A word before you read. I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see. Wednesday, July 3, 2013. A faint blip in the cosmic web,. Marked its birth and its ebb. Weaving a fine elementary first mesh. It began in the web of life its life rush. To explore, play and trap prey thoughts.

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My Attempts at Poetry: June 2012

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My Attempts at Poetry. A word before you read. I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see. Monday, June 11, 2012. On a Chennai Suburban Train. On a Chennai Suburban Train. The sudden violent clatter of a drum chokes. The cluttering rhythm of the suburban train coach. Manipulated to charity by naiv...

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My Attempts at Poetry: August 2012

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My Attempts at Poetry. A word before you read. I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see. Wednesday, August 8, 2012. Stooped she stands, a stick in hand. A gnarled tree, twisted and battered. Her wrinkled face and shriveled arms. Like cracked barks of trees in farms. And brisk fruitful womanhood.

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My Attempts at Poetry: February 2011

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My Attempts at Poetry. A word before you read. I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see. Tuesday, February 8, 2011. Dusk in the Mountains. The sun cast its magic. As it set . The pale mountains bathe in blood. The clouds freak pink. The speechless air reeks orange. Birds and beasts,. The morning...

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My Attempts at Poetry: May 2015

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My Attempts at Poetry. A word before you read. I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see. Wednesday, May 27, 2015. A spade scoop of mud, a twisted swollen hand. Reveals – of man or woman who knows. Another scoop and another tender hand. Appears – a child’s perhaps? Innocent victims of beliefs.

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Tuesday, February 23, 2010. Death Be Not Proud - a poem by John Donne. Death be not proud, though some have called thee. In the first quatrain, he asks dea...

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English Poetry for Schools: Poetry by Marianne Moore

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Saturday, September 4, 2010. Poetry by Marianne Moore. I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important. Beyond all this fiddle. But because they are.

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English Poetry for Schools: Night of the Scorpion

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Saturday, December 12, 2009. Night of the Scorpion. The poison lost its effect after twenty hours. The mother’s reaction was only to thank God fo...Chennai...

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English Poetry for Schools: My Mother at Sixty-six by Kamala Das

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Saturday, September 20, 2008. My Mother at Sixty-six by Kamala Das. My Mother at Sixty-six. Driving from my parent's. Home to Cochin last Friday. In this p...

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English Poetry for Schools: Explanation "To Autumn" by John Keats

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Sunday, September 14, 2008. Explanation "To Autumn" by John Keats. Http:/ englishportal12.blogspot.in/? An interpretaion from John:. If you felt that this ...

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English Poetry for Schools: Explanation for the poem "Curtain"

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Sunday, September 14, 2008. Explanation for the poem "Curtain". Http:/ englishportal12.blogspot.in/? The pome CURTAIN is by HELEN SPALDING- - -. Beautifull...

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English Poetry for Schools: Mirror by Sylvia Plath

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Wednesday, September 8, 2010. Mirror by Sylvia Plath. Lines 6 to 10: Most of the time it reflects the pink worn out wall opposite it so much so that the wa...

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English Poetry for Schools: HOLY SONNETS. XIV. - Batter My Heart By John Donne

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Monday, May 24, 2010. HOLY SONNETS. XIV. - Batter My Heart By John Donne. Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you. But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;.

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English Poetry for Schools: A Walk by Moonlight By Derozio

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Saturday, September 4, 2010. A Walk by Moonlight By Derozio. Last night — it was a lovely night,. And I was very blest —. Shall it not be for Memory. And t...

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English Poetry for Schools: Explanation for "Ars Poetica" by Archibald Macleish

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English Poetry for Schools. This blog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. These explanations are not exhaustive or comprehensive ones. Neither are they the only interpretations/explanations. You can decipher other meanings in them. Please go through the archive. I've aknowledged the sources for the explanations. Sunday, September 14, 2008. Explanation for "Ars Poetica" by Archibald Macleish. A poem should be palpable and mute. As a globed fruit. As the moon climbs.

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