by Prasanta | Sep 23, 2019 | Poetry, Summer, Uncategorized
1540 (As Imperceptibly as Grief) – By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk...
by Prasanta | Oct 2, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, poets
Besides the Autumn Poets Sing by Emily Dickinson Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A few incisive mornings, A few ascetic eves,— Gone Mr. Bryant’s golden-rod, And Mr. Thomson’s sheaves....
by Prasanta | May 23, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, Spring, Uncategorized
“Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair Our Speculations of the Foreigner! Some know Him whom We knew— Sweet Wonder— A Nature be Where Saints, and our plain going Neighbor Keep May!” – Emily Dickinson, Besides This May, #977,...
by Prasanta | May 17, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, Quotes, Seasons, Spring, Uncategorized
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning,...
by Prasanta | Feb 2, 2018 | Poetry, Uncategorized
It’s all I have to bring today It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields— And all the meadows wide— Be sure you count—should I forget Some one the sum could tell— This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the...
by Prasanta | Mar 8, 2017 | Hope, Poetry, Spring
I didn’t plan to write about trees. It just so happens I saw a poem about willow trees on a website, and a corresponding article about willow trees and aspirin, which prompted me to write about willow trees here. I happened to come across a poem (posted near the...
