Poem: Wings at Dawn
The month of April is celebrated as the National Poetry month in the United States of America. In an attempt to appreciate the art of poetry, Thespaceink pays a tribute to American poet Joseph Auslander.
Poem: The Mother
A horned owl hooted in derision across/the dark, putrid air (which was strange/because an ochre sun still glowered/on the horizon),/But no crickets chirped.
Poem: A Complaint
What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!
Poem: Nawabgunj
How melancholy is this transition winter hour! People spread their wings. They burn in their own flaming evening lamp… An entire lifetime incubates itself in that warmth.
Poem: Where Love Dwells
Where love dwells eternal in the cradle resting deep/Softly rocking to the pull of hands that once held…
Two Poems by Swami Vivekananda
Swami Vivekananda, monk, philosopher and religious leader was also a prodigious writer who wrote extensively on the religion and scriptures.
‘I taste a liquor never brewed’ and Other Poems
Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830. Thespaceink pays a tribute to the great poet on her birth anniversary.
Two Poems by Arch Alfred McKillen
Arch Alfred McKillen enlisted into the US Army during the Second World War and became a bookseller. He published his lone collection of poems The Death of the Scharnhorst and other Poems, by Arch Alfred McKillen in 1942.
Poem: Before We Mothernaked Fall
Thomas’s last separate volume of poetry before the Collected Poems, 1934-1952 was Country Sleep, published by New Directions in the United States in 1952.
Poem: Letter to Myself
If only you can thank the August rain,/The road trips with false lovers,/
The unflattering mirrors, the ditched playgrounds…
Poem: Apollumi
Now, would dare break the wall, would you shrug all caution,/Guard your heart with soul’s last shred,/Or perish in the name of passion?
Poem: A Self Evaluation
Poem by Sadaf Munshi an American poet who was born in Kashmir.
Tonight, Let me Write!
Tonight, let me write!/Let me write/Of the hopeful eyes/And the desperate souls,/Of the severed limbs,/And the silenced songs,
Poem: This is No Dream
I went sleepless and troubled/ Hiding under my pallid skin/As a thick blanket of darkness/Enveloped the starless night.
Poem: An Infinite Improbability
The first flutter the first brush, the butterflies the blood rush./I looked away as you did too, me not knowing what to do/
Yet glance at your house I did, hoping I will see you too.
Impressions
After the burial is over, he reaches the riverbend. A bird seems to arrive from nowhere, its wings flailing the water.