<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806</id><updated>2011-12-24T20:03:55.799-08:00</updated><category term='short poem'/><category term='Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry'/><category term='Lord Alfred Tennyson'/><category term='songs'/><category term='poem'/><category term='lyric of love'/><category term='concrete poetry'/><category term='Indian English poetry'/><category term='sonnet cycle'/><category term='Onomatopoeia Poetry'/><category term='the Seasons'/><category term='To a Nightingale'/><category term='Onomatopoeia Poem'/><category term='reflective poem'/><category term='lyric'/><category term='Snowmen by Agha Shahid Ali'/><category term='reflective poets'/><category term='Robert Penn Warren'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='poems by Rakesh Patel'/><category term='Mona Van Duyn'/><category term='american confessional poetry movement'/><category term='lyrical poems'/><category term='Onomatopoeia Poems'/><category term='A Soulful Journey'/><category term='confessional poetry'/><category term='Romanticism'/><category term='introspective poetry'/><category term='Imtiaz Dharker Reading Poems'/><category term='sonnets'/><category term='sonnet sequence'/><category term='pattern poetry'/><category term='English literature'/><category term='lyrical poetry'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='comic tale in verse'/><category term='satirical poems'/><category term='Tintern Abbey'/><category term='Immortality Ode'/><category term='reflective poetry'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='epic'/><category term='examples of concrete poetry'/><category term='Poet Laureate'/><category term='Rita Dove'/><category term='types of poetry'/><category term='narrative poem'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>Types of Poetry: Lyrical, Reflective, Metaphysical</title><subtitle type='html'>Various types of poetry including epic, lyrics, metaphysical, narrative, romantic, modern, lyrical and reflective poetry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-5587542820244599514</id><published>2010-02-14T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:29:10.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems by Rakesh Patel'/><title type='text'>My Room</title><content type='html'>The clean white walls&lt;br /&gt;And the blue dotted patches&lt;br /&gt;At some intervals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow-purple clock&lt;br /&gt;Hanging down on an old nail&lt;br /&gt;Blow the backpack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone-marble&lt;br /&gt;Holding out my TV for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Without getting irritated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed Stared annoying at&lt;br /&gt;The incessantly tik-tak-tic talking clock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more,&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling-fan&lt;br /&gt;Added the extra music&lt;br /&gt;To the rhythm of the clock&lt;br /&gt;And the dust in the room&lt;br /&gt;Danced in their tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my room - a musical studio of annoyance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Source: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=156706"&gt;http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=156706&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-5587542820244599514?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/5587542820244599514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=5587542820244599514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5587542820244599514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5587542820244599514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-room.html' title='My Room'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-3646750847201752918</id><published>2010-02-14T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:23:12.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Penn Warren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet Laureate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mona Van Duyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita Dove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord Alfred Tennyson'/><title type='text'>Poet Laureate - Defining the Title</title><content type='html'>Poet Laureate - Defining the Title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Rakesh_Ramubhai_Patel"&gt;Rakesh Ramubhai Patel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet Laureate is the formal title used in both the United States and Britain. This term "laureate" is derived from the Latin word "laurea" (laurel). In ancient times, the laurel wreath was sacred to Apollo, the Greek god of music and poetry. Let us see what the title means and who are holding this prestigious title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Was the First Official British Laureate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet laureate, in Britain, is named by the sovereign as a member of the royal family and is charged with the making of suitable verses for court and state occasions. It was Ben Jonson who obviously fulfilled this role in 1616 under James I. But the first official British poet to get this title was John Dryden in 1668.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Longest Tenancy of the Title held by Tennyson:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poets were appointed to the post for life till 1999, when Andrew Motion was offered a ten-year term. The longest occupancy, from 1850 to 1896, was held by Lord Alfred Tennyson. The U.S. Congress made the office of poet laureate as poetry consultant to the Library of Congress in 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women Laureates:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet laureate holds the title for one year. And during this period of time, he or she needs to give lecture and one public poetry reading. Robert Penn Warren, in February 1986, was named first for this title. Though all the British laureates have been men, Mona Van Duyn became the first woman to hold the office in 1992. Rita Dove was the first black writer in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh Patel is an aspiring poet, freelance writer, self-published author and teacher. Read my blog &lt;a href="http://englishliterature99.wordpress.com/" target="_new"&gt;http://englishliterature99.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article Source: &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Rakesh_Ramubhai_Patel" target="_new"&gt;http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Rakesh_Ramubhai_Patel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Poet-Laureate---Defining-the-Title&amp;amp;id=3087829" target="_new"&gt;http://EzineArticles.com/?Poet-Laureate---Defining-the-Title&amp;amp;id=3087829&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-3646750847201752918?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/3646750847201752918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=3646750847201752918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/3646750847201752918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/3646750847201752918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2010/02/poet-laureate-defining-title.html' title='Poet Laureate - Defining the Title'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-6207006082330481965</id><published>2010-01-16T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:18:07.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Onomatopoeia Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='types of poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Onomatopoeia Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Onomatopoeia Poetry'/><title type='text'>What is Onomatopoeia? A Guide to Learning the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;What is Onomatopoeia? A Guide to Learning the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This article throws light on the rhythm and sounds in poetry and will familiarize you with the examples &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onomatopoeia" rel="wikipedia" title="Onomatopoeia"&gt;onomatopoeia&lt;/a&gt; poems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understanding the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poems &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry is remarkably differentiated from prose for its sound and rhythm. The application of onomatopoeia in poetry makes it more melodious and interesting. In this article, you will learn how onomatopoeia poems create significant effects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the Meaning of Onomatopoeia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the Greek word “onomatopoeia” meaning ‘word-making’ that signifies the term. By way of representing the sound, it indicates the word for example, the sound “meow” represent the animal cat. When you pronounce the words like “buzz”, or “bang”, a particular object will come to you mind. In other words, through the representation of the sound, it suggests the object or the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Are the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry that You Find in Literature?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to give the writing a poetic touch, the poets and writers often make use of onomatopoeia in their writings. Alfred Tennyson’s poem “Come Down, O Maid” (1847)&amp;nbsp; “Come Down, O Maid” (1847) gives us the feel of the effect of sound produced by the humming bees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moan of doves in immemorial elms,&lt;br /&gt;And murmuring of innumerable bees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Browning also makes use of some distasteful sounds, in “Meeting at Night”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I gain the cove with pushing prow,&lt;br /&gt;And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.&lt;br /&gt;A tape at the pane, the quick sharp scratch &lt;br /&gt;And blue spurt of a lighted match…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and Phrases in English Language that are Onomatopoeic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English languages you must have come across several words of expressions of this kind. Here are some of the onomatopoeic expressions in this language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;Words like “beep”, “hiccup”, “bang”, “splash” etc. are very common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Phrases like “the cackling hen”, “the humming bee”, “the whizzing arrow” etc. are familiar to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Sounds of machine just like “vroom”, “beep-beep” etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Animal sounds such as “quack” for duck, “meow” for cat are very common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Certain sound like the cuckoo, the whooping crane etc. remind us of birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the common expressions that you find in day-to-day life are certainly onomatopoeic words. One of the common words is word “zip” or “zipper” that signifies an object that we call fastener. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in a broader sense, you can say that onomatopoeia suggests or denotes through the sound. In creative writing, it is used to create an appealing effect on the reader and it is perfectly true with poetry. Its use in poetry and versification gives it melodious touch and therefore one can enjoy reading every &lt;a href="http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/" title="types of poetry"&gt;types of poetry&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://trigger.bukisa.com/trigger/build_syndication_html/113786" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Content Source: &lt;strong&gt;Bukisa&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.bukisa.com/articles/113786_what-is-onomatopoeia-a-guide-to-learning-the-examples-of-onomatopoeia-poetry" title="What is Onomatopoeia? A Guide to Learning the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry"&gt;What is Onomatopoeia? 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A Guide to Learning the Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-4162567301229273318</id><published>2010-01-09T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:44:48.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down...</title><content type='html'>Waling down the path of challenge &lt;br /&gt;With letting go of useless baggage  &lt;br /&gt;Of whims and desires &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being as light as a little feather  &lt;br /&gt;Which can sway to the tune &lt;br /&gt;Of Gentle breeze &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like ants, never fatigued by failures &lt;br /&gt;Go ahead climbing the ups 'n downs  &lt;br /&gt;To reach the Light of bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Rakesh Patel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-4162567301229273318?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/4162567301229273318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=4162567301229273318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4162567301229273318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4162567301229273318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2010/01/walking-down.html' title='Walking Down...'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-5592988432589529244</id><published>2010-01-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:32:19.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imtiaz Dharker Reading Poems'/><title type='text'>Imtiaz Dharker Reading Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1To-F0xJjgM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1To-F0xJjgM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imtiaz Dharkar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blessing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The skin cracks like a pod.&lt;br /&gt;There never is enough water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the drip of it,&lt;br /&gt;the small splash, echo&lt;br /&gt;in a tin mug,&lt;br /&gt;the voice of a kindly god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the sudden rush&lt;br /&gt;of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,&lt;br /&gt;silver crashes to the ground&lt;br /&gt;and the flow has found&lt;br /&gt;a roar of tongues. From the huts,&lt;br /&gt;a congregation : every man woman&lt;br /&gt;child for streets around&lt;br /&gt;butts in, with pots,&lt;br /&gt;brass, copper, aluminium,&lt;br /&gt;plastic buckets,&lt;br /&gt;frantic hands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and naked children&lt;br /&gt;screaming in the liquid sun,&lt;br /&gt;their highlights polished to perfection,&lt;br /&gt;flashing light,&lt;br /&gt;as the blessing sings&lt;br /&gt;over their small bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;They'll Say : 'She Must Be From Another Country'                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can’t comprehend&lt;br /&gt;why they’re burning books&lt;br /&gt;or slashing paintings,&lt;br /&gt;when they can’t bear to look&lt;br /&gt;at god’s own nakedness,&lt;br /&gt;when they ban the film&lt;br /&gt;and gut the seats to stop the play&lt;br /&gt;and I ask why&lt;br /&gt;they just smile and say,&lt;br /&gt;‘She must be &lt;br /&gt;from another country.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I speak on the phone&lt;br /&gt;and the vowel sounds are off&lt;br /&gt;when the consonants are hard&lt;br /&gt;and they should be soft,&lt;br /&gt;they’ll catch on at once&lt;br /&gt;they’ll pin it down&lt;br /&gt;they’ll explain it right away&lt;br /&gt;to their own satisfaction,&lt;br /&gt;they’ll cluck their tongues&lt;br /&gt;and say,&lt;br /&gt;‘She must be&lt;br /&gt;from another country.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mouth goes up&lt;br /&gt;instead of down,&lt;br /&gt;when I wear a tablecloth&lt;br /&gt;to go to town,&lt;br /&gt;when they suspect I’m black &lt;br /&gt;or hear I’m gay&lt;br /&gt;they won’t be surprised,&lt;br /&gt;they’ll purse their lips&lt;br /&gt;and say,&lt;br /&gt;‘She must be &lt;br /&gt;from another country.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I eat up the olives&lt;br /&gt;and spit out the pits&lt;br /&gt;when I yawn at the opera &lt;br /&gt;in the tragic bits&lt;br /&gt;when I pee in the vineyard&lt;br /&gt;as if it were Bombay,&lt;br /&gt;flaunting my bare ass&lt;br /&gt;covering my face&lt;br /&gt;laughing through my hands&lt;br /&gt;they’ll turn away,&lt;br /&gt;shake their heads quite sadly,&lt;br /&gt;‘She doesn’t know any better,’&lt;br /&gt;they’ll say,&lt;br /&gt;‘She must be&lt;br /&gt;from another country.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is a country&lt;br /&gt;where all of us live,&lt;br /&gt;all of us freaks&lt;br /&gt;who aren’t able to give&lt;br /&gt;our loyalty to fat old fools,&lt;br /&gt;the crooks and thugs&lt;br /&gt;who wear the uniform&lt;br /&gt;that gives them the right&lt;br /&gt;to wave a flag,&lt;br /&gt;puff out their chests,&lt;br /&gt;put their feet on our necks,&lt;br /&gt;and break their own rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from where we are&lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t look like a country, &lt;br /&gt;it’s more like the cracks&lt;br /&gt;that grow between borders&lt;br /&gt;behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;That’s where I live.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be happy to say,&lt;br /&gt;‘I never learned your customs.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember your language&lt;br /&gt;or know your ways.&lt;br /&gt;I must be&lt;br /&gt;from another country.’ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-5592988432589529244?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/5592988432589529244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=5592988432589529244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5592988432589529244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5592988432589529244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2010/01/imtiaz-dharker-reading-poems.html' title='Imtiaz Dharker Reading Poems'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-6237696996588135771</id><published>2010-01-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:04:06.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems by Rakesh Patel'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/qx9BpoO3*kkfAiaiERfy09Vygn2Y4LS7AZ-3k7EmynI_/mothernature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://api.ning.com/files/qx9BpoO3*kkfAiaiERfy09Vygn2Y4LS7AZ-3k7EmynI_/mothernature.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The roof of the sky over my head,&lt;br /&gt;Like caring hands of a father,&lt;br /&gt;Shower grace all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;The bed of grass under my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Like warm lap of a mother,&lt;br /&gt;Shower love on me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the mist?”&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;I’m imprisoned in the four walls of my own house&lt;br /&gt;Musing over my lost parents…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sobbed, and a thrill of pain&lt;br /&gt;Run though my cold blood,&lt;br /&gt;I screamed and awoke&lt;br /&gt;From the nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the future…a child without parents&lt;br /&gt;A barren land and a colorless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother Nature, I will serve you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="inputLabel"&gt;'Mother Nature' Copyright © Rakesh Patel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-6237696996588135771?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/6237696996588135771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=6237696996588135771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/6237696996588135771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/6237696996588135771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2010/01/mother-nature.html' title='Mother Nature'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-389085688068451104</id><published>2010-01-09T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:59:15.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems by Rakesh Patel'/><title type='text'>A Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuJaEaddhCM/S0jQ0tWSdfI/AAAAAAAAABg/NQNJsu-uRqU/s1600-h/child.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuJaEaddhCM/S0jQ0tWSdfI/AAAAAAAAABg/NQNJsu-uRqU/s320/child.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In innocent eyes of a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There’s ebb and flow of surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At one moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There’s simplicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And at the next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There’s mystery unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you slip into the eyes of a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the eternal world of bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;'A Child' Copyright © Rakesh Patel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-389085688068451104?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/389085688068451104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=389085688068451104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/389085688068451104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/389085688068451104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2010/01/child.html' title='A Child'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuJaEaddhCM/S0jQ0tWSdfI/AAAAAAAAABg/NQNJsu-uRqU/s72-c/child.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-1531894372145899210</id><published>2009-12-26T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:11:54.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Language of Poetry</title><content type='html'>One characteristic that makes poetry different from ordinary language is its use of various kind of repetition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; One of them is called &lt;b&gt;poetic meter&lt;/b&gt;. It is basically the repetition of a regular pattern of beats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In poetry written in accentual-syllabic meters, both the number of beats and syllables reappear in a set-pattern. The most frequently used accentual-syllabic meter in English language poetry is iambic pentameter where unaccented and accented syllables alternate in lines of 10 syllables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Other type of repetition in poetry is &lt;b&gt;rhyme&lt;/b&gt;. It is the repetition of sound clusters; assonance i.e. the echoing of vowels; and consonance i.e. the echoing of consonants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Most of the early poetry includes &lt;b&gt;refrains&lt;/b&gt;. It means the repetition of phrases or lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; The effects created by the poetic line may vary remarkably depending on its patters of repetition, its length, and whether the sentence stops at the end of the line - often called &lt;b&gt;end-stopped&lt;/b&gt; or carries over the end of the line - that is &lt;b&gt;enjambed&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Most earliest examples of Old English poetry characterizes an accentual line with 4 equally strong beats, with 3 of the 4 stressed words allied by the recurrence of sounds, often called &lt;b&gt;alliteration&lt;/b&gt;, and a strong pause in the middle of the line that is called a &lt;b&gt;caesura&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-1531894372145899210?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-3798099235296968003</id><published>2009-11-10T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:36:56.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Soulful Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems by Rakesh Patel'/><title type='text'>A Soulful Journey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="MainContentComponent_ctl00_lblFreePreview"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soulful Journey! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="MainContentComponent_ctl00_lblFreePreview"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="MainContentComponent_ctl00_lblFreePreview"&gt;I walk down the path of uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="MainContentComponent_ctl00_lblFreePreview"&gt; To reach the abode of peace&lt;br /&gt;Like an untamed animal my mind revolts&lt;br /&gt;Against all odds that befall on the path&lt;br /&gt;I behold the both - fair and foe&lt;br /&gt;Merging into one another&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes fail to know&lt;br /&gt;The way of the world - which is fair and who’s foe?&lt;br /&gt;The dust and debris cling to my feet&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to follow my path along&lt;br /&gt;Fatigued and exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;I spread my hands out and close my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;I could see the light&lt;br /&gt;Showing the path way back to home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="MainContentComponent_ctl00_lblFreePreview"&gt;...from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="MainContentComponent_ctl00_lblTitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordclay.com/BookStore/BookStoreBookDetails.aspx?bookid=53141"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections: A Collection of Short Poetry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;by Rakesh Patel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="MainContentComponent_ctl00_lblFreePreview"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-3798099235296968003?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/3798099235296968003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=3798099235296968003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/3798099235296968003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/3798099235296968003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2009/11/soulful-journey.html' title='A Soulful Journey!'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-4399988438620226009</id><published>2009-10-05T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:32:41.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snowmen by Agha Shahid Ali'/><title type='text'>Snowmen by Agha Shahid Ali</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79a313f5dc6406ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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in his embrace.&lt;br /&gt;His wife thawed into stony water,&lt;br /&gt;her old age a clear&lt;br /&gt;evaporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heirloom,&lt;br /&gt;his skeleton under my skin, passed&lt;br /&gt;from son to grandson,&lt;br /&gt;generations of snowmen on my back.&lt;br /&gt;They tap every year on my window,&lt;br /&gt;their voices hushed to ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they won’t let me out of winter,&lt;br /&gt;and I’ve promised myself,&lt;br /&gt;even if I’m the last snowman,&lt;br /&gt;that I’ll ride into spring&lt;br /&gt;on their melting shoulders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-4399988438620226009?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/4399988438620226009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=4399988438620226009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4399988438620226009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4399988438620226009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2009/10/snowmen-by-agha-shahid-ali.html' title='Snowmen by Agha Shahid Ali'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-6947708390683319331</id><published>2009-07-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:19:57.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrative poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrical poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>Poetry: An Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 250px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44124466731@N01/85283"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/85283_e07a0fd8ac_m.jpg" alt="Street poetry" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44124466731@N01/85283"&gt;purplejavatroll&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Poetry is a form of literature, written or spoken, that accentuates rhythm, other convoluted patterns of imagery and sound, and the other possible ways that words can suggest meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word poetry itself derives its meaning from a Greek word, poesis, meaning “creating” or “making.” While ordinary speech and writing, that we call prose, are structured in sentences and paragraphs, poetry is composed in lines as well as in sentences, in stanzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest genres for categorizing poetry are epic, lyric, a long narrative poem often centered around a national hero, and a short poem conveying intense emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a course of the time, new kinds of poetry composition developed to create greater possibilities of expression. In the 20th century, poets have ever more used the language of everyday speech and created new forms ignoring the usual rules of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much poetry is available in written form, and at its deepest level, poetry attempts to convey unspeakable sides of human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poets all through the ages have defined their art in their own ways. A French poet Stéphane Mallarmé, at the end of the 19th century, wrote that “Poetry is the purification of the language of the tribe”. For Hegel, poetry was “the universal realization of the art of the mind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/cb633b4e-6de4-4c2d-a210-8ed1255038ce/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=cb633b4e-6de4-4c2d-a210-8ed1255038ce" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-6947708390683319331?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/6947708390683319331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=6947708390683319331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/6947708390683319331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/6947708390683319331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2009/07/poetry-introduction.html' title='Poetry: An Introduction'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/85283_e07a0fd8ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-587747764868527922</id><published>2009-05-02T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:02:03.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satirical poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='types of poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic tale in verse'/><title type='text'>Fabliau – Short Satirical or Comic Tale in Verse</title><content type='html'>Fabliau is a medieval form of poetry - short satiric or comic tale in verse. It deals with middle class or lower class characters. It’s one of the favorite themes is the cuckolding of a stupid husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The form of fabliau flourished remarkably in the 12th and 13th centuries in France and became very much popular in England during the 14th century. Chaucer was one of the remarkable poets who wrote such fabliaux and “Miller’s Tale” is one of such brilliant examples. He also wrote several serious short stories in verse.  His “The Pardoner’s Tale” gives the beautiful account of Death and the rioters. This form or type of poetry is no longer in vogue but is surely of great value to those who love poetry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-587747764868527922?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/587747764868527922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=587747764868527922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/587747764868527922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/587747764868527922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2009/05/fabliau-short-satirical-or-comic-tale.html' title='Fabliau – Short Satirical or Comic Tale in Verse'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-7319990063427334810</id><published>2009-04-22T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:43:41.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>How Will You Compose Poetry?</title><content type='html'>Do you like poetry? Well, songs and lyrics are dear to everyone and become the reason for humming to those who love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some like to read poetry, some like to study. Some really take delight in composing poems! But the question is, is it an easy to compose poetry? How will you write poems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really speaking, composing beautiful poetry is a painstaking task! You cannot compose a poem unless you’re inspired. As Wordsworth says, “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings…recollected in tranquility”. On the contrary, you haven’t the command over the language in which you aspire to write, you cannot write them. The main thing is to follow your mind and try to translate your feelings and thoughts into composing a song or poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-7319990063427334810?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/7319990063427334810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=7319990063427334810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/7319990063427334810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/7319990063427334810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-will-you-compose-poetry.html' title='How Will You Compose Poetry?'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-4844496354397629750</id><published>2009-03-07T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T04:14:27.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american confessional poetry movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='types of poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessional poetry'/><title type='text'>American Confessional Poetry Movement: New Type Of Poetry</title><content type='html'>Confessional poetry is a type of lyric and narrative verse. This form of poetry revived and set in motion by the poem “Life Studies (1959)” written by Robert Lowell. It deals with intimate experiences and facts of poets own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This form of confessional poetry was in vogue to show the rebellion against the demand of impersonality advocated by T. S. Eliot and the New Critics. It deals with secular type of subject-matter. It is in contrast with the poems of Romantic Period, especially differs from Wordsworth’s “Tintern Abbey”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessional poems were written by Sylvia Plath, Allen Ginsberg, John Berryman and American confessional poetry movement began.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-4844496354397629750?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/4844496354397629750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=4844496354397629750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4844496354397629750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4844496354397629750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-confessional-poetry-movement.html' title='American Confessional Poetry Movement: New Type Of Poetry'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-5456956238617723926</id><published>2009-02-28T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:23:23.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concrete poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pattern poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='examples of concrete poetry'/><title type='text'>Examples of Concrete Poetry: Visual Representation of a Text on Page</title><content type='html'>Concrete poetry is sometimes called pattern poetry because of its visual shape in which a text is represented on the page. It is very ancient form of poetry which was used by some Greek poets who shaped a text in such a way that looked like an object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the vogue of concrete poetry is revived by the Swiss poet Eugen Gomringer in 1953. The poets of such poetry make the use of reduced language which is typed or printed in such a way that the visible text appears to be a physical or concrete object. Moreover, they use a variety of font types and of different sizes to produce different images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America had its own tradition of pattern poetry as it occurs the works in e. e. cummings for instance, “r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r” is nothing but a leaping insect called “grasshopper” as if letters themselves crawl like an insect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Americans who have been influenced by this form or examples of concrete poetry are Jonathan Williams, Emmett Williams, and Mary Ellen Solt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What to Read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about the collections of concrete poems in various languages, read Emmett Williams, ed., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Anthology of Concrete Poetry (1967)&lt;/span&gt;; and Mary Ellen Solt, ed., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Concrete Poetry: A World View (1968)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-5456956238617723926?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/5456956238617723926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=5456956238617723926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5456956238617723926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5456956238617723926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2009/02/examples-of-concrete-poetry-visual.html' title='Examples of Concrete Poetry: Visual Representation of a Text on Page'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-5977840458266195466</id><published>2009-01-24T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:19:02.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romanticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective poets'/><title type='text'>Romantic Poets: The Pre-cursors of Romanticism</title><content type='html'>During the last quarters of the 18th century, a reaction to classicism stared and some of the poets – James Thomson, Gray, Collins, Blake, Cowper, Leigh Hunt, Robert Burns, and Goldsmith - began to react covertly towards the poetry of this age. These poets adopted different attitude and temperament than the classicists who paved the way for the new movement, the new age called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romanticism&lt;/span&gt;. As a result, these poets were called the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pre-cursors of Romanticism&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These romantic poets of this age tried to break the tradition of classicism and wanted to be more natural. The subject-matter of their poetry was different and they once again brought back the rural life at the centre. Moreover, they were interested in the mystery of life and nature. They did not like satire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Thomson (1700-1748) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomson’s “The Seasons (1726-1730)” –written in blank verse - is the marker of romantic movement. He belongs among the pioneers of Romanticism. In this poem, he describes nature with various seasons – Winter, Summer, Spring, and Autumn. The poet identifies his life with nature. This poem, therefore, anticipates the poetry of Wordsworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas Gray (1716-1771)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray is famous for his “Elegy Written in the Country Churchyard”. This poem deals with the subject-matter of life and death. This poem shows sympathy for the poor and oppressed in general. There is a humanitarian approach in this poem which becomes one of the keynotes of romantic poetry. Gray, in this way, anticipates the poetry of Shelley in his attitude towards death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Collins (1721-1759)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collins was the friend of Thomson. His first work, “Oriental Eclogues (1742)” is romantic in feeling. All his later works are romantic in thought and expression. His “Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands (1750)” is a special event in the romantic revival for it introduced a new world of fairies, witches, and medieval kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Blake (1757-1827)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystic poet Blake anticipates the poetry of Shelly and Coleridge. His poetry is concerned with life, sin, and death. His poems “The Tiger” and “The Lamb” show the mystery of existence. “Songs of Innocence” and “Songs of Experience” reflects two diverse views of the human soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Burns (1759-1796)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is famous for his songs. For the subject-matter, he goes back to the middle ages – its glory, pageantry, and chivalry. In this respect, he anticipates Sir Walter Scott. His songs are based on romance. His love song, “A Red Red Rose” is quite popular. His other poems “The Twa Dogs”, “Address to the Deil”, and “Halloween” show the spirit of romantic revival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-5977840458266195466?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/5977840458266195466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=5977840458266195466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5977840458266195466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5977840458266195466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2009/01/romantic-poets-romanticism-and-pre.html' title='Romantic Poets: The Pre-cursors of Romanticism'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-4319908633230229080</id><published>2008-12-13T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:47:01.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspective poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian English poetry'/><title type='text'>Indian English Poetry:  Studying A. K. Ramanujan’s Poem "Self-portrait"</title><content type='html'>The following Indian English poetry is short and simple, yet conveys a reflective thought of one's existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-Portrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I resemble everyone&lt;br /&gt;but myself, and sometimes see&lt;br /&gt;in shop-windows,&lt;br /&gt;    despite the well-known laws&lt;br /&gt;    of optics,&lt;br /&gt;the portrait of a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;date unknown, often signed in a corner&lt;br /&gt;by my father. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. K. Ramanujan is much simpler poet compared to Mahapatra. He often writes about his family, his being in abroad, and his feeling for his coming back in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Portrait&lt;/span&gt; is an introspective poetry. By looking at the mirror, in fact the poet is looking at himself.  He feels the loss of identity – who am I? – is the question arises from within. He does not recognize himself and poses as a stranger. His looking at the window or the mirror creates the picture of the portrait, like a painting of a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that when a painter paints he would give the date to it. But here the date is missing! But the poet finds his father’s signature. The portrait of the stranger is prepared by his father. The poet’s parents are the artist, the creator of his portrait. His father “signed in a corner” of the portrait but still, still he feels the loss of identity. He visualizes an outsider, a stranger within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-4319908633230229080?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/4319908633230229080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=4319908633230229080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4319908633230229080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4319908633230229080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2008/12/indian-english-poetry-studying-k.html' title='Indian English Poetry:  Studying A. K. Ramanujan’s Poem &quot;Self-portrait&quot;'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-2164436449272414408</id><published>2008-12-07T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:02:19.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonnet cycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonnets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonnet sequence'/><title type='text'>What is Sonnet Sequence?</title><content type='html'>It is interesting topic to know what a sonnet sequence is. It means a cluster of sonnets, as the term suggests, arranged in an order. The authors of Elizabethan age attempted to group such sonnets together into a sequence of similar themes. Edmund Spenser wrote such sequence of sonnet called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amoretti (1595)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make your reading deeper, you will notice that William Wordsworth’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The River Duddon&lt;/span&gt;, D. G. Rossetti’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House of Life&lt;/span&gt;, William Ellery Leonard’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two lives&lt;/span&gt; are some of the fine examples of sonnet cycle or sequence. Moreover, George Meredith’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Love (1862)&lt;/span&gt; which deals with unhappy marriage, is sometimes referred to as sonnet sequence despite its sixteen lines form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In modern times, Dylan Thomas’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Altarwise by Owl-light (1936)&lt;/span&gt; is a beautiful example of such sequence of ten sonnets dealing with meditations on poet’s life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-2164436449272414408?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/2164436449272414408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=2164436449272414408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/2164436449272414408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/2164436449272414408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-sonnet-sequence.html' title='What is Sonnet Sequence?'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-6931850111133108972</id><published>2008-12-06T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:04:00.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romanticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective poetry'/><title type='text'>The Seasons—A Reflective Poem About the Glorification of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Seasons&lt;/span&gt; is a poem in blank verse by James Thomson, a one of the pioneer of Romanticism. It is in four books, one for each season, and a final &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hymn”&lt;/span&gt; by James Thomson himself. It was published in 1726-30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summarizing the Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Winter (1726)”&lt;/span&gt;, the first of the four books, describes the rain, wind and snow. It also describes a man perishing in the snowdrift white and how his family uneasily awaits him. The poem depicts an evening spent by a student in a village and city. It gives a beautiful picture of wolves descending from the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Summer (1727)”&lt;/span&gt; which shows the progress of a summer day with the scenes like haymaking, sheep shearing and bathing. It consists of a picture of the Torrid Zone and two narrative episodes of the lover Celadon whose Amelia is stuck by lighting, and of Damon who beholds Musidora bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Spring (1728)”&lt;/span&gt; describes the influence of the season on vegetables, on inanimate objects, brute beasts, on man. The poet beautifully describes the charming picture of angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Automn (1730)”&lt;/span&gt; givers a dramatic picture of shooting and hunting, and condemns these sports for their barbarity. The poet describes the reaping of the fruits of the earth, the migration of birds, and the delight of the country just after the harvest is gathered in. This book also includes the episode of Palemon who falls in love with Lavinia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hymn”&lt;/span&gt; to nature is the concluding part of this poem. It’s purpose is to communicate a vision of nature as something revelatory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciating the Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Seasons&lt;/span&gt; was actually not composed to set forth a philosophy. Rather, Thomson's aim was to depict external nature in a way which would combine realism of observation and innermost sensibility without sacrificing that ideal of mostly generalized normality which classicism had imposed upon poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delight in fox-hunting is well described along with the concern about the feeling of a rabbit pursued by the hunter. The poet shows enthusiasm of good works here in this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem exhibits the poet Thomson’s ideas about man and nature. The moral function of the poem is to show the fact that external nature is important to him in its moral significance to man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-6931850111133108972?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/6931850111133108972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=6931850111133108972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/6931850111133108972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/6931850111133108972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2008/12/seasonsa-reflective-poem-about.html' title='The Seasons—A Reflective Poem About the Glorification of Nature'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-4088811264430433832</id><published>2008-11-28T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:31:36.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrical poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrical poems'/><title type='text'>Lyrical Poetry: Robert Burn’s “A Red Rose” – A Pure Lyric of Love</title><content type='html'>A poet of lyric poetry expresses his own thoughts and sentiments in short, easy and simple form. Such poetry is very easy to understand compared to what is called “metaphysical” poetry but is difficult to compose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics come directly from the heart of the poet and therefore can go straight to the heart of the reader. Browning’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home Thoughts from Abroad&lt;/span&gt; and Mansfield’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea Fever&lt;/span&gt; are some of the powerful lyrics in the history of English literature. Both lyrics express the feeling of love and longings for home and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favorite topic of lyrics and lyrical poetry has always been love. Robert Burn’s poem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Red Rose&lt;/span&gt; is best example of such lyric of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Red Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“O, my love is like a red, red rose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    That’s newly sprung in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O, my love is like the melodie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    That’s sweetly played in tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A fair art thou, my bonny lass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    So deep in love am I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will love thee still, my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Till all the seas gang dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And the rocks melt wi’ the sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will love thee still, my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    While the sands of life shall run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And fare thee well, my only love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And fare thee well a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will come again, my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  -- Robert Burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is purely lyric poem which is entirely of heart and not of intellect. But you can imagine that much labor and skills might have gone after its composition. It touches the heart of the reader. Because of its directness and simplicity, is has secured its place as one of the greatest lyrical poetry of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-4088811264430433832?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/4088811264430433832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=4088811264430433832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4088811264430433832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/4088811264430433832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2008/11/lyrical-poetry-robert-burns-red-rose.html' title='Lyrical Poetry: Robert Burn’s “A Red Rose” – A Pure Lyric of Love'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-2227913239651884295</id><published>2008-11-28T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:25:18.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immortality Ode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tintern Abbey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To a Nightingale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective poetry'/><title type='text'>The Five Greatest Reflective Poetry</title><content type='html'>The five well-known and most loved poems namely Wordsworth’s ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tintern Abbey&lt;/span&gt;’ and ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Immortality Ode&lt;/span&gt;’, and Keats’s three odes: ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To a Nightingale&lt;/span&gt;’, ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a Grecian Urn&lt;/span&gt;’ and ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To autumn&lt;/span&gt;’ are among the greatest reflective poetry of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can deny that Tennyson’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Memoriam (1850)&lt;/span&gt; is also the most important reflective poem of the Victorian era. It describes how the poet’s sadness and bitterness gradually disappear with the course of the time under the influence of Christian thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-2227913239651884295?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/2227913239651884295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=2227913239651884295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/2227913239651884295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/2227913239651884295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2008/11/five-greatest-reflective-poetry.html' title='The Five Greatest Reflective Poetry'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973444103456137806.post-5469257355786172133</id><published>2008-11-27T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:21:42.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrical poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrical poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Reflective Poetry – Gray’s "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard"</title><content type='html'>Reflective poetry, compared to lyrics, is longer, more thoughtful and complicated. Pope’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essay on Man&lt;/span&gt; and most of Wordsworth’s most of the poetry, especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prelude&lt;/span&gt;, are reflective. Thomas Gray’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elegy&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most remarkable reflective and meditative poems of English literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard&lt;/span&gt; was composed in 1750 in quatrains of ten-syllable lines. The poem shows the reflective mood of the poet. He is moved by the sight of the tombs of his forefathers and their humble deeds. The poem ends with a personal note where the poet sees his supposed death and his burial in the churchyard, and the epitaph of his own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatness and popularity of this reflective poetry lies in his universal approach. The pathos of human life and the associate of a village church set in a distant landscape of southern England are depicted in very meditative and reflective mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet gives personal touch to the poem. He lingers in the churchyard and reflects upon the question of life and death. Gray shows sympathetic approach to this intricacy of life-and-death and develops a humanitarian enthusiasm that becomes one of the important aspects of romantic poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no clear-cut differentiating line between lyrical and reflective poetry. For instance, if Wordsworth in his poem the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainbow&lt;/span&gt; had described the influence of nature on man then it would have been reflective poetry rather than being lyrical poetry. These two are often overlaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy reading the following poem by Gray and appreciate yourself how it is reflective poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,&lt;br /&gt;   The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,&lt;br /&gt;   The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,&lt;br /&gt;   And leaves the world to darkness and to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,&lt;br /&gt;   And all the air a solemn stillness holds,&lt;br /&gt;   Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,&lt;br /&gt;   And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower&lt;br /&gt;   The moping owl does to the moon complain&lt;br /&gt;   Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,&lt;br /&gt;   Molest her ancient solitary reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,&lt;br /&gt;   Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,&lt;br /&gt;   Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,&lt;br /&gt;   The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,&lt;br /&gt;   The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,&lt;br /&gt;   The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,&lt;br /&gt;   No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,&lt;br /&gt;   Or busy housewife ply her evening care:&lt;br /&gt;   No children run to lisp their sire's return,&lt;br /&gt;   Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,&lt;br /&gt;   Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;&lt;br /&gt;   How jocund did they drive their team afield!&lt;br /&gt;   How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,&lt;br /&gt;   Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;&lt;br /&gt;   Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile&lt;br /&gt;   The short and simple annals of the Poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,&lt;br /&gt;   And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,&lt;br /&gt;   Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:-&lt;br /&gt;   The paths of glory lead but to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault&lt;br /&gt;   If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,&lt;br /&gt;   Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault&lt;br /&gt;   The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Can storied urn or animated bust&lt;br /&gt;   Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?&lt;br /&gt;   Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,&lt;br /&gt;   Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid&lt;br /&gt;   Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;&lt;br /&gt;   Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,&lt;br /&gt;   Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,&lt;br /&gt;   Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;&lt;br /&gt;   Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,&lt;br /&gt;   And froze the genial current of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Full many a gem of purest ray serene&lt;br /&gt;   The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:&lt;br /&gt;   Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,&lt;br /&gt;   And waste its sweetness on the desert air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast&lt;br /&gt;   The little tyrant of his fields withstood,&lt;br /&gt;   Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,&lt;br /&gt;   Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,&lt;br /&gt;   The threats of pain and ruin to despise,&lt;br /&gt;   To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,&lt;br /&gt;   And read their history in a nation's eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed alone&lt;br /&gt;   Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;&lt;br /&gt;   Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne,&lt;br /&gt;   And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,&lt;br /&gt;   To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,&lt;br /&gt;   Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride&lt;br /&gt;   With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,&lt;br /&gt;   Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;&lt;br /&gt;   Along the cool sequester'd vale of life&lt;br /&gt;   They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect&lt;br /&gt;   Some frail memorial still erected nigh,&lt;br /&gt;   With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,&lt;br /&gt;   Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse,&lt;br /&gt;   The place of fame and elegy supply:&lt;br /&gt;   And many a holy text around she strews,&lt;br /&gt;   That teach the rustic moralist to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,&lt;br /&gt;   This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,&lt;br /&gt;   Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,&lt;br /&gt;   Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On some fond breast the parting soul relies,&lt;br /&gt;   Some pious drops the closing eye requires;&lt;br /&gt;   E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,&lt;br /&gt;   E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,&lt;br /&gt;   Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;&lt;br /&gt;   If chance, by lonely contemplation led,&lt;br /&gt;   Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,&lt;br /&gt;   "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn&lt;br /&gt;   Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,&lt;br /&gt;   To meet the sun upon the upland lawn;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech&lt;br /&gt;   That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high.&lt;br /&gt;   His listless length at noontide would he stretch,&lt;br /&gt;   And pore upon the brook that babbles by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,&lt;br /&gt;   Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove;&lt;br /&gt;   Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;   Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,&lt;br /&gt;   Along the heath, and near his favourite tree;&lt;br /&gt;   Another came; nor yet beside the rill,&lt;br /&gt;   Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "The next with dirges due in sad array&lt;br /&gt;   Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne,-&lt;br /&gt;   Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay&lt;br /&gt;   Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The Epitaph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth&lt;br /&gt;   A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.&lt;br /&gt;   Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,&lt;br /&gt;   And Melacholy marked him for her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,&lt;br /&gt;   Heaven did a recompense as largely send:&lt;br /&gt;   He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,&lt;br /&gt;   He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   No farther seek his merits to disclose,&lt;br /&gt;   Or draw his frailties from their dread abode&lt;br /&gt;   (There they alike in trembling hope repose),&lt;br /&gt;   The bosom of his Father and his God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  --Thomas Gray (1716-71).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973444103456137806-5469257355786172133?l=typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/feeds/5469257355786172133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973444103456137806&amp;postID=5469257355786172133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5469257355786172133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973444103456137806/posts/default/5469257355786172133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typesofpoetry99.blogspot.com/2008/11/basic-concepts-on-lyrical-and.html' title='Reflective Poetry – Gray’s &quot;Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard&quot;'/><author><name>Rakesh Patel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224803692515238262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T75pJC85xRE/TbzdlVRZDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6tl_QTloG0/s220/Rakesh%2BR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
