THE SECOND COMING ~BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
THE LADY OF SHALOTT ~BY ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
NIGHT OF THE SCORPION ~BY NISSIM EZEKIEL
I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
A RIVER ~BY AK RAMANUJAN
In Madurai,
city of temples and poets,
who sang of cities and temples,
BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH ~BY EMILY DICKINSON
Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
ONE ART ~BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
WE WEAR THE MASK ~BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
LADY MY BEAGLE ~BY PAM LEVARI
You were sweet and small and I didn’t know you at all-
Under your mask you became part of it all-
LIVING IN THE PAST DAYS LOVE ~BY SHAHED KHANDAKER
The winter will befall upon our youth,
We will lose the spring of our vigour
A sheer dullness shall have its firm growth,
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN ~BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood