Modern Poetry

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Offline Nahid Kaiser

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Modern Poetry
« on: July 14, 2016, 01:55:16 PM »
Sharing a great modern poetry by W.B.Yeats
The Second Coming
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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Re: Modern Poetry
« Reply #1 on: July 14, 2016, 02:57:01 PM »
Such a difficult poem to teach!
Tahsina Yasmin
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Department of English, DIU

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Re: Modern Poetry
« Reply #2 on: July 19, 2016, 11:23:41 AM »
I do agree, Tahsina.

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Re: Modern Poetry
« Reply #3 on: July 20, 2016, 03:17:43 PM »
...sharing one of my favorites Madam  :)

The Garden
by Ezra Pound

Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal
               of a sort of emotional anemia.

And round about there is a rabble
Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.
They shall inherit the earth.

In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.

She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
             will commit that indiscretion.

Afroza Akhter Tina
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Department of English, DIU

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Re: Modern Poetry
« Reply #4 on: April 04, 2017, 12:59:54 PM »
"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;"--that says it all!
Dr. Khan Touseef Osman
Assistant Professor
Department of English
Daffodil International University