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Arts & Culture Poetry ( Intikhaab & Sho'ra-e-Gupshup)
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as you are (of english poetry) in this magnificiant forum, I’ll share my favourites:

Her kind

I have gone out, aposessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dream,ing evil I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves.
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the supers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

~~Anne sexton

And the days are not long enough:

And the days are not long enough
And the nights are not long enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
NOt shaking the grass

~~Erza pound

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At Polish Salach (easter sunday 1998)

While I was looking for easter snow on the hills
You showed me, like a concentration of violets
Or a fragment of some future unimagined sky,
A single spring gentian shivering at our feet.

~~Micheal Longley

Gare du Midi

A nondescript express in from the South,
Crowds round the ticket barrier, a face
To welcome which the mayor has not contrived
Bugles or braid: something about the mouth
Distracts the stray look with alarm and pity.
Snow is falling. Clutching a little case,
He walks out briskly to infect a city
Whose terrible future may have just arrived.

~~W.H. Auden

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