A Poem by John Donne : The Canonization

This is a poem that I liked much in my teenage. I first read this in Rabindranath Tagore’s novel named ‘Sesher Kobita’.

The Canonization :: John Donne

For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout,
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his honor, or his grace,
Or the king’s real, or his stampèd face
Contemplate; what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.

Alas, alas, who’s injured by my love?
What merchant’s ships have my sighs drowned?
Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.

Call us what you will, we are made such by love;
Call her one, me another fly,
We’re tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find the eagle and the dove.
The phœnix riddle hath more wit
By us; we two being one, are it.
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.

We can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tombs and hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
We’ll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns, all shall approve
Us canonized for Love.

And thus invoke us: “You, whom reverend love
Made one another’s hermitage;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
Who did the whole world’s soul contract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes
(So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize)
Countries, towns, courts: beg from above
A pattern of your love!”


When Lightning Plays On the Keys of Your Sorrow

Not every poem I read talks about the feelings of my heart but some of them do. Here is a wonderful piece of poetry I once read from the blog of Neva Flores


[photo courtesy : terragalleria]

Forgive me when lightning plays on the keys of your sorrow
and there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet.
Still, know that I am here when your inner light
of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat
and I will listen through your tears.

On those days when life feels like a flying bird,
do not feel sorry for reaching out
to enlightenment as your lover, please know,
that I understand your need.

There are miles of bedlam that I would love to turn into flowers
on those nights when your sea tumbles restlessly
and those dragons of madness make you burn
the sticks of your destiny.
Instead, I will hold you in my heart
so that you can hear it beat for you,
a breath apart and still the same.
We will drown our souls together
in our own tranquility.

When you hear the call of honor weeping to the heavens above
while leaves of scorn fall upon your head,
I will stand beside you
help you roll away
what stands in front of you.

Let me be the force that drives you from the shadows
of all heartache,
when lightning plays on the keys
of your sorrow. Even though sometimes
there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet,
always know that my feet still remain here,
next to you.

Copyright *Neva Flores 07/05/2011


From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

[Alone — Edgar Allan Poe]

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Tunnel of No Lights

I knew I would have a journey.
So I took preparations
And courage for the voyage.

I stepped into the pathways
Slowly and steadily,
Keeping dreams and hopes in heart.

It was a tunnel on the way
With no alternatives.
I entered hoping it to be short.

To my dismay
The Tunnel was long
With sharp twists and turns.

It was deep dark
And I kept on moving
I knew I have to!

I was mad for lights
I tried to be optimistic
But I was tired and hopeless!

Though I kept on moving forward
In search of lights
For the touch of a little hope!

And still I am walking on and on
Thorugh the darkness
In thy kingdom of no hopes!

….(07 January, 2010)….

This one is for Thursday Poets Rally week 40..
Let me know your thoughts on this…
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A Poem of Robert Frost

I could remember one thing, since my childhood, I am fascinated to poems. I had teachers in Cadet College who were the source of inspiration of my attraction and fascination to the English literature.

I can remember of my school days — whenever I went to library, I liked to find out the books like “American literature, Western literature” and passed hours in reading Robert Frost, William Blake, William Wordsworth, Robert Browning, TS Eliot…. and many others. The interesting part was, I used to pass times more in turning on the pages than reading. 40 minutes were so short to dive into the ocean of literature…

And miles to go before I sleep….

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The World Is Too Much With Us

e have just celebrated the “Inter Hall Cultural Festival 2009” in our university. It was a colorful, joyous, exciting event which is ever-loving to me, to all students of Khulna University of Engineering and Technology (KUET). The auditorium was full of performances during those 3 days. Different types of events… colors and lights everywhere 😀

I took part in the English Poetry Recitation Competition. The poem was “The world is too much with us” by William Wordsworth. A sweet poem, lots of realization and lessons inside. I competed along with 20 others competitors in the competitions.

I was in tension regarding result. This is the only competition where I had always placed first in my life—starting from my school up to the college.  Reaching to the very last days of my university life, I have again taken part in such a competition. At the last day of the cultural festival, the result was announced in the university auditorium… I was sitting behind all the audiences and waited for the result. And when the turn came, I heard that—“the first of English Poetry Recitation is ………. “

I couldn’t believe my ears! I wished to be confirmed that I had really heard my name…. a younger brother of my junior batch asked me to go to the stage for the photo session. 😛

I thanked God for his blessings for making me unbeaten in poetry recitation through-out my life. This might be very simple achievement for anyone, but I know how it worked to me. I am glad as I started to forget the taste of being best…… I am regaining the trust on me….

I wish to share the poem with you. I am happy today 🙂

The World Is Too Much With Us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

by- William Wordsworth

Bond of Love

he is still there with her bond of love
In my heart, soul and mind.
She was there when I needed, when I didn’t…

She was all of me…
My inspiration to live, source of eternal search
For success, pursuing all dreams
All sprinkles around me, vibrant.

But in a lonely, quiet moment
Remembrance finds its way to me, nostalgia…
Colorful, passionate; some precious quakes and
Tremors in the heart and mind.

She was there with me, my friend forever,
Best company, gone from my life,
My world, living world, to the heaven-
A year ago, on this very day.

She is here, in the graveyard, amidst bushes.
Lonely, happily lying in heavenly pleasure.
Leaving me helpless!

She is still in my heart….
With her bond of love.

This poem was written when I was in class Eleven. It was published in my College Annual Magazine