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DANTE AND HIS MUSE, BEATRICE, SPEAK OF POETRY

Posted on April 29, 2018 by Dante Alighieri

On awakening the poets voice: Dante speaks of his Muse (33 -45) And my spirit, that already so much was used to being in her humbling presence, was in awe, trembling, distraught, and scared Without my eyes having her knowledge, … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XIII

Posted on April 17, 2018 by David Scanlon

Light, light, very light, A very light wind passes, And she’s always very light. And I do not know what I think Nor do I seek to know. Fernando Pessoa Gentle, gentle, very gentle A very gentle word whispers, And … Continue reading →

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UNCERTAINTY – सन्देह

Posted on April 11, 2018 by Mahadevi Varma

A wind blows across her celestial sky Echoing our deep breaths of sleep, Strings stroked with her kindness Resound with a gentle melody. Laconic waves sip at his shore Draped in sweetness filled stars, My silent sobs fill dark dreams … Continue reading →

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THE WORLD TO ME

Posted on April 9, 2018 by Parul Singhal

जिसका एहसास समाया हो रूह तलक, पर उसने कभी करीब से छुआ तक न हो जिससे मुलाक़ात हो हर मुश्किल मोड़ पर भले ही सामना अरसे से हुआ तक न हो

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WALKING AGAIN

Posted on February 19, 2018 by David Scanlon

Today I learned to walk again: Within the gentle garden rains A new embrace took firm hold Showing me a new path to walk.

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