Ars Poetica Archibald MacLeish. I don't think good poetry is ever really "introductory"; poetry doesn't work the way (say) math does, where one subject is introductory to another. Poems That Inspire and Influence. Not the deaf, blind speechOf trees in storm or of monsoon clouds or of rain or theIncoherent mutterings of the blazingFuneral pyre. I too call myself I.
And all good poetry needs to be thought about and (often) improves by being read aloud.
It is autobiographical poem.....but the poem also shows condition of whole womanhood. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. I am sinner,I am saint. An Introduction Poem by Kamala Das. I amIndian, very brown, born inMalabar, I speak three languages, write in Two, dream in one. Expressed the feelings of a women who want to get love. Oh,Belong, cried the categorizers. Life is a lot of work. Sometimes an inspirational idea can help us renew ourselves and be filled with strength to fulfill our life's purpose. I was child, and later theyTold me I grew, for I became tall, my limbsSwelled and one or two places sprouted hair.WhenI asked for love, not knowing what else to askFor, he drew a youth of sixteen into theBedroom and closed the door, He did not beat meBut my sad woman-body felt so beaten.The weight of my breasts and womb crushed me.I shrank Pitifully.Then … I wore a shirt and myBrother's trousers, cut my hair short and ignoredMy womanliness. How much restricted is her movement, how much confiscated is her liberty! Anywhere and,Everywhere, I see the one who calls himself IIn this world, he is tightly packed like theSword in its sheath. The Road Not Taken Robert Frost. It is time toChoose a name, a role. . Don't cry embarrassingly loud whenJilted in love … I met a man, loved him. . I don't know politics but I know the names Of those in power, and can repeat them like Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru. The language I speak,Becomes mine, its distortions, its queernessesAll mine, mine alone.It is half English, halfIndian, funny perhaps, but it is honest,It is as human as I am human, don'tYou see? Dreams Langston Hughes. I am the beloved and theBetrayed. Apart from it, she knows the politics of coming into the limelight of media glare, gala and glitz.. A Rajneeshite disciple, she is but a modern-say saffronite yogan. Autoplay next video. An insightful creation written with conviction. Don't play pretending games.Don't play at schizophrenia or be aNympho.
A very good introduction. and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room. Fit in. Kentucky River Junction Wendell Berry. Means a lot like me - wearing shirt and trousers, Kamla Das described very well that how there is no freedom to choose your own language. She is known for her honesty. It voices my joys, my longings, myHopes, and it is useful to me as cawingIs to crows or roaring to the lions, itIs human speech, the speech of the mind that isHere and not there, a mind that sees and hears andIs aware. The life and ghettos of a woman none but a woman knows it well.
© Poems are the property of their respective owners. In him . All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). Why not leaveMe alone, critics, friends, visiting cousins,Every one of you? This poem expresses the feelings of women that want to get love and show feelings. Effective technique directs your curiosity into asking questions, drawing you into a conversation with the poem.read more Dress in sarees, be girlBe wife, they said. and hold it up to the light.
Be embroiderer, be cook,Be a quarreller with servants. like a color slide. Reading poetry well is part attitude and part technique. Had it been taken care of properly it would have sound like a Maya Angelo poem. or press an ear against its hive. . Why not let me speak inAny language I like? Don't sitOn walls or peep in through our lace-draped windows.Be Amy, or be Kamala.