Poems that I loved
some poems/lines that, in my opinion, have mastered the use of language and that have stayed with me long after reading them:
Muneer Niyazi 1
Aj da din vii ainvein e langyaa
koii vii kaam naa hoya
purab valooN chaRRya suraj
paschaam vaang khaloyaa
naa milyaa mai halqat nuuN
naa mai yaad khuda nuu kitaa
naa mai paRii namaaz
te naa mai jaam sharaab daa piitaa
khushi naa gham koii kol naa aayaa
naa hasyaa naa royaa
aj da din vii ainvein e langyaa
kal dekha aik aadmi atta safar ki dhool mein
gum thaa apny aap mein jaisy khusbhu phool mein
W.H Auden’s Musée des Beaux Arts2
in Brueghel’s Icarus3, for instance: how everything turns away
quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
have heard the splash, the foresaken cry
but for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
as it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
water; and the delicate expensive ship that must have seen
something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
William Carlos William’s The Red Wheelbarrow4
Charles Tomilson’s Farewell to Van Gogh
Farwell, and for your instructive frenzy
gratitude. the world doesn’t end tonight
and the fruit that we shall pick tomorrow
await us, weighing the unstripped bough.
भूपी शेरचनको चिसो एष्ट्रे
यहाँ जो आउँछन्
मुटुभरि आगो, ओठभरि ज्वाला बोकेर आँउछन्
यहाँ जो बस्छन्
हत्केलाभरि खरानी र आँखाभरि धूवाँ बोकेर बस्छन्
र यहाँबाट जो जान्छन्
पोल्टाभरि निभेका विश्वासहरू र ठुटा सपनाहरू सोहोरेर जान्छन्
यस्तो छ यो चार भन्ज्याङ खाल्टो
एउटा चिसो एष्ट्रेजस्तो छ
यो चार भन्ज्याङ खाल्टो ।
DH Lawrence’s Piano
the glamour of childish days is upon me,
My manhodd is cast down
in the flood of remembrance,
i weep like a child for the past.
Emily Dickinson
i am nobody! Who are you?
are you––nobody––too?
then there is a pair of us!
don’t tell; they would advertise us –– you know!
how dreary –– to be –– Somebody!
how public –– like a frog ––
to tell your name –– the living june ––
to an admiring bog!
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