Most Important Poems for Refrence Context & Explanation
•The Rain (By W.H Davis)
I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leave on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweat noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.
•Night Mail (By WH Auden)
Sheepdogs cannot turn her course;
The slumber on which paws across.
In the farm she passes;no one wakes
But a jug in bedroom gentle shakes.
This is Night mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal orders,
Letters for rich,letters for poors,
The shop aat the corner ,The girl to the next door
•Loveliest of Trees,The Cherry Now (By E.A Housman)
Any since to look at thing in bloom.
Fifty spring are left Room.
About the woodland I will go.
To see the cherry hung with snow.
•O Where are you going? (By WH Auden)
O what was that bird, said horror to hearer.
Did you see the splash in the twisted trees.?
Behind you swiftly the figure comes softly,
The spot on your skin is shocking disease?
•In the street of fruits stall (Jan Stallworthy)
Dark Children with a coin to spend
Enter the lantern's orbit; find
Melon, guava, mandarin___
The moon compacted to a rind,
The sun is pited skin.
•Ozymndias (By Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Half Sunk, a shattered visage lies,whose frown,
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command,
Tell that it sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them,and the heart that fed
•The Feed (By Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi)
Splitting the grain
You have learnt to set life to foot
Could you split the grain,
One grain to be fed one the ten young ones.
•The Hollow Men (By T.S Eliot)
Those who have crossed
With direact eyes,the deaths other's Kingdom
remember us - it at all-not as lost
Violent souls,But only
As the hollow men
The Stuffed men
•Ruba'iyat (By Allama Muhammad Iqbal)
Love madness has departed: in
The Muslim's veins the blood runns thin;
Ranks broken, hearts perplexed,prayers,cold,
No feeling deeper that the skin
•Shindhi Women (By Jan Stalworthy)
Bear foot, through the bazar,
And with the some undulant grace
And the cloth blown back from her face,
She glides with a stone jar,
High on his head
And not a ripple in her tread.
