by Prasanta | May 1, 2018 | Beauty, Nature, Poetry, poets, Spring, Uncategorized
May Day by Sara Teasdale A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple Are clenched like a hand, Like girls at their first communion The pear trees stand. Oh I must pass nothing by...
by Prasanta | Apr 30, 2018 | Beauty, Haiku, Photogrpahy, Poetry, Uncategorized
*** Oh, brilliant moon is it true that even you must fly as if you’re tardy? ― Issa *** tonight I have no time to sleep moon-viewing –Basho *** I took this photo from a plane yesterday evening. The full moon...
by Prasanta | Apr 27, 2018 | Poetry, Spring
The First Spring Day – Poem by Christina Rossetti I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing, robin, sing; I still am sore in doubt...
by Prasanta | Apr 26, 2018 | peace, Perspective, Poetry, Quotes, Rest, scripture, Spring, Time
I write these words on a day in late April, the half-gray sky with muted sunshine. The grass is a mild shade of green and the snow has melted, though mini icebergs remain where plows stacked the snow into piles. April is a season of change; a transition from one...
by Prasanta | Apr 25, 2018 | Children, Daughter, Growing up the South, Memories, Poetry, Spring, Uncategorized
April is National Poetry Month. As I’ve mentioned here before, however, every month is poetry month for me. 🙂 To celebrate these last few days in April, National Poetry Month, and the first signs of spring, I will post some poetry (some by others, some of...
by Prasanta | Apr 22, 2018 | Pain, Quotes, sorrow, Spring, Time
” April was just beginning, and after the warm spring day it turned cooler, slightly frosty, and a breath of spring could be felt in the soft, cold air… And everyone was silent, deep in thought, everything around was welcoming, young, so near— the...
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 | Feb 1, 2018 | Poetry, Uncategorized
“Praying It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them...
by Prasanta | Jan 30, 2018 | Poetry
“I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” –Pablo Neruda Translated by Mark Eisner Sonnet 17 ***
by Prasanta | Jan 19, 2018 | Art, Poetry
Piano Practice by Rainer Maria Rilke The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues; she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly and put into it that sharply etched etude her impatience for a reality that could come: tomorrow, this evening–, that perhaps was...
