Romans in Dorset: A.D. MDCCCXCV by Louise Imogen Guiney

A stupor on the heath,             And wrath along the sky;             Space everywhere; beneath A flat and treeless wold for us, and darkest noon on high.             Sullen quiet below,             But storm in upper air!             A wind from long ago, In mouldy chambers of the cloud had ripped an arras there,             And singed the triple gloom,             And let through, in a flame,             Crowned faces of old Rome: Regnant o’er Rome’s abandoned ground, processional they came.             Uprisen as any sun             Through vistas hollow grey,             Aloft, and one by one, In brazen casques the…

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Prout’s Madeleine by Kenneth Rexroth

Somebody has given my Baby daughter a box of Old poker chips to play with.    Today she hands me one while    I am sitting with my tired    Brain at my desk. It is red.    On it is a picture of An elk’s head and the letters    B.P.O.E.—a chip from A small town Elks’ Club. I flip    It idly in the air and Catch it and do a coin trick    To amuse my little girl. Suddenly everything slips aside.    I see my father Doing the very same thing,    Whistling “Beautiful Dreamer,”   …

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First Thanks Giving by Sharon Olds

When she comes back, from college, I will see the skin of her upper arms, cool, matte, glossy. She will hug me, my old soupy chest against her breasts, I will smell her hair! She will sleep in this apartment, her sleep like an untamed, good object, like a soul in a body. She came into my life the second great arrival, after him, fresh from the other world—which lay, from within him, within me. Those nights, I fed her to sleep, week after week, the moon rising, and setting,…

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They are Hostile Nations by Margaret Atwood

i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fears the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction we should be kind, we should take warning, we should forgive each other Instead we are opposite, we touch as though attacking, the gifts we bring even in good faith maybe warp in our hands to implements, to manoeuvres ii Put down the target of me you guard inside your binoculars, in turn I will surrender this aerial photograph (your vulnerable sections marked in red) I have found so useful…

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اکرم کنجاہی ۔۔۔ طاہرہ اقبال (مضمون)

طاہرہ اقبال طاہرہ اقبال اِن دنوںگورنمنٹ کالج فار ویمن یونی ورسٹی، فیصل آباد میں صدر شعبۂ اُردو، ایک محقق، نقاد،اور فکشن نگار ہیں۔اِس وقت اُن کا شمار اہم فکشن نگاروں میں ہوتا ہے۔ طاہرہ اقبال نے چار افسانوی مجموعے سنگ بستہ، ریخت، گنجی بار، ایک ناولٹ مٹی کی سانجھ، نگین گم گشتہ سفر نامے تنقیدی کتب منٹو کااسلوب، پاکستانی اُردو افسانہ اور دو ناول نیلی بار اور گراں لکھے ہیں۔ اُن کے افسانے دیگر فکشن نگاروں کی نسبت قدرے طویل ہوتے ہیں کیوں کہ وہ اکثر دیہات کے پس منظر…

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