Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that there is in it after all, a place for the genuine.
BY LOUISE GLÜCK
It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.
I hate them.
I hate them as I hate sex,
the man’s mouth
sealing my mouth, the man’s
and the cry that always escapes,
BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
BY MAYA ANGELOU
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes com
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wa
Sheikh Khalid bin Mohamed bin Zayed, Chairman of Abu Dhabi Executive Office, has approved the Zayed Encyclopaedia of Poetry, a comprehensive guide and leading reference for the Emirati dialect.
It is to include an online platform for poems, offering virtual experiences and will also feature extra
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It began in the Arabian peninsula more than 1,500 years ago, predating Islam, but has now become
The Chess Player
They’ve left. They’ve all left.The pigeon feeders have left.The old men on the benches have left.The white-gloved ladies with the Great Danes have left.The lovers who thought about coming have left.The man in the three-piece suit has left.The man who was a three-piece b
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In the second of a series in which the former poet laureate picks poems from her shelves to comfort and inspire us in isolation, Carol Ann Duffy introduces a gentle study of isolated soulsColette Bryce was born in Derry in 1970 and has received many awards for her work. A significant editor of poetr
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A thorn in my heart
Painful yet adorable
I shield it from the wind
And stab it deep through the night
Its wound illuminates the darkness
Transforms my present into future
Dearer than my soul
And I shall forget as our eyes meet
That once we were together behind the g