Ecocriticism: Understanding Nature through Literature By Dr. Vishwanath Bite Have you ever paused to consider the role of rivers, forests, animals, or even climate in a novel or poem—not as background, but as active participants in the story? Welcome to the realm of Ecocriticism, a compelling lens through which we read and analyze literature with […]
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Original Poem: The Ballad of Father Gilligan by W.B. Yeats The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods lay. Once, while he nodded on a chair, At the moth-hour of eve, Another poor man sent for him, And he began to
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1. Original Poem If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My mind was going numb – And then I
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My Grandmother’s House There is a house now far away where once I received love……. That woman died, The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved Among books, I was then too young To read, and my blood turned cold like the moon How often I think of going There, to peer through blind eyes of
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In The Bazaars of Hyderabad What do you sell O ye merchants ? Richly your wares are displayed. Turbans of crimson and silver, Tunics of purple brocade, Mirrors with panels of amber, Daggers with handles of jade.What do you weigh, O ye vendors? Saffron and lentil and rice. What do you grind, O ye maidens?
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Narcissus Last night the shadows chased me And the wintermoon screamed in my ears Ah Calcutta, I could not sleep. I watched Your silent city weave A tapestry of poems, songs, dead roses And a pair of deep brown eyes. I saw A thousand gipsy summers Ride down Midnight avenue I travelled National highway 37
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Night of the Scorpion I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours of steady rain had driven him to crawl beneath a sack of rice. Parting with his poison – flash of diabolic tail in the dark room – he risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of
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Our Casuarina Tree LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars, Up to its very summit near the stars, A creeper climbs, in whose embraces bound No other tree could live. But gallantly The giant wears the scarf, and flowers are hung In crimson clusters all the boughs
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Father, when he passed on, left dust on a table of papers, left debts and daughters, a bedwetting grandson named by the toss of a coin after him, a house that leaned slowly through our growing years on a bent coconut tree in the yard. Being the burning type, he burned properly at the cremation
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