I am what I am !!!
self portrait by A.K.Ramanujan
Self-Portrait I resemble everyonebut myself, and sometimes seein shop-windows despite the well-knownlaws of optics,the portrait of a stranger,date unknown,often signed in a cornerby my father.
POST GRADUATE CORRESPONDENCE SCHOOL (GAUHATI UNIVERSITY)
HOME ASSIGNMENT M.A. IN ENGLISH PREVIOUS YEAR GUIDELINES FOR SUBMISSION 1)MENTION YOUR NAME,ROLL NUMBER.(AS MENTIONED IN YOUR FEES RECEIPT OR IDENTITY CARD) 2)STAPPLE OR CLIP THE ASSIGNMENTS SEPARATELY FOR EACH PAPER.NO HARD BINDING IS NECESSARY TO GET YOUR ASSIGNMENT DONE FOR THIS YEAR (2007-8) WRITE TO : …
Biography of Troilokya Bhattacharjya
Biography of Troilokya Bhattacharjya Troilokya Bhattacharjya(Assamese; b.1939) is a renowned short story writer and novelist of Assam. He had his primary and secondary education in local schools and obtained the B.A. degree from Anandaram Dhekial Phukan college ,Nagaon in 1964.Bhattacharjya studied philosophy for his M.A. in the University of Gauhati…
AT THE ROUND EART,S IMAGIN,D CORNER JOHN DONNE
Author: Poetry of John Donne Type: Poetry Views: 1867 At the round earth's imagined corners blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls, and to your scattered bodies go,All whom the flood did, and fire shall, overthrow,All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,Despair, law, chance, hath slain,…
The Sunne Rising
The Sunne Rising Busie olde foole, unruly Sunne; Why dost thou thus, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Must to they motions lovers seasons run? Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, Call countrey ands to…
the good morrow by john donne
The Good Morrow John Donne (1573–1631) I WONDER, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snored we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;…
THE TYGER BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Won't you help support DayPoems? The Tiger By William Blake 1757-1827 TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What…
LONDON BY WILLIAM BLAKE
London Poem lyrics of London by William Blake. I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,And mark in every face I meet,Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I…
HOLY THURSDAY BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Holy Thursday Poem lyrics of Holy Thursday by William Blake. 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.…