‘LOVE SONG’ -A POEM BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS !

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“Love Song”
I lie here thinking of you:—
the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branches that lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky!
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb
spoiling the colors
of the whole world—
you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!
William Carlos Williams
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‘JUST BEFORE’ -A POEM BY JORIE GRAHAM !

”Just Before”

At some point in the day, as
such, there was a pool. Of
stillness. One bent to brush
one’s hair, and, lifting
again, there it was, the
opening—one glanced away
from a mirror, and there, before
one’s glance reached the
street, it was, dilation and breath
—a name called out
in another’s yard—a breeze from
where—the log collapsing
inward of a sudden into its
hearth—it burning further,
feathery—you hear it but you
don’t
look up—yet there it
bloomed—an un-
learning—all byway no birthpain
—dew—sand falling onto sand
—a threat
from which you shall have
no reprieve—then the
reprieve—Some felt it was
freedom, or a split-second of
unearthliness—but no, it was far
from un-
earthly, it was full of
earth, at first casually full, for
some millennia, then
despertately full—of earth—of
copper mines and thick under-
leaf-vein sucking in of
light, and isinglass, and dusty
heat—wood-rings
bloating their tree-cells with
more
life—and grass and weed and
tree intermingling in the
undersoil—& the
earth’s whole body round
filled with
uninterrupted continents of
burrowing—&earthwide miles of
tunnelling by the
mole, bark bettle, snail, spider,
worm—& ants making their
cross-
nationstate cloths of
soil, & planetwide the
chewing of insect upon leaf—
fish-mouth on krill,
the spinning of
coral, sponge, cocoon—this is
what entered the pool of
stopped thought—a chain
suspended in
the air of which
one link
for just an instant
turned to thought, then time,
then heavy time, then
suddenly
air—a link of air!—& there was
no standing army anywhere,
& the sleeping bodies in the
doorways in all
the cities of
what was then just
planet earth
were lifted up out of their
sleeping
bags, & they walked
away, & the sensation of empire
blew off the link
like pollen—just like that—off it
went—into thin air—& the
athletes running their
games in Delphi entered the
zone in the
long oval of the arena where
you run in
shadow, where the killer crowd
becomes
one sizzling hiss, where,
coming round that curve the
slowness
happens, & it all goes
inaudible, & the fatigue the
urgent sprint the lust
makes the you
fantastically alone, & the bees
thrum the hillsides, & all the
blood that has been
wasted—all of it—gathers into
deep coherent veins in the
earth
and calls itself
history—& we make it make
sense—
& we are asked to call it
good.

Jorie Graham.

‘CELEBRATING CHILDHOOD’ -A POEM BY ADONIS !

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“Celebrating Childhood”

Even the wind wants
to become a cart
pulled by butterflies.
I remember madness
leaning for the first time
on the mind’s pillow.
I was talking to my body then
and my body was an idea
I wrote in red.
Red is the sun’s most beautiful
throne
and all the other colors
worship on red rugs.
Night is another candle.
In every branch, an arm,
a message carried in space
echoed by the body of the wind.
The sun insists on dressing itself
in fog
when it meets me:
Am I being scolded by the light?
Oh, my past days—
they used to walk in their sleep
and I used to lean on them.
Love and dreams are two
parentheses.
Between them I place my body
and discover the world.
Many times
I saw the air fly with two grass
feet
and the road dance with feet
made of air.
My wishes are flowers
staining my days.
I was wounded early,
and early I learned
that wounds made me.
I still follow the child
who still walks inside me.
Now he stands at a staircase
made of light
searching for a corner to rest in
and to read the face of night
again.
If the moon were a house,
my feet would refuse to touch its
doorstep.
They are taken by dust
carrying me to the air of seasons.
I walk,
one hand in the air,
the other caressing tresses
that I imagine.
A star is also
a pebble in the field of space.
He alone
who is joined to the horizon
can build new roads.
A moon, an old man,
his seat is night
and light is his walking stick.
What shall I say to the body I
abandoned
in the rubble of the house
in which I was born?
No one can narrate my childhood
except those stars that flicker
above it
and that leave footprints
on the evening’s path.
My childhood is still
being born in the palms of a light
whose name I do not know
and who names me.
Out of that river he made a
mirror
and asked it about his sorrow.
He made rain out of his grief
and imitated the clouds.
Your childhood is a village.
You will never cross its
boundaries
no matter how far you go.
His days are lakes,
his memories floating bodies.
You who are descending
from the mountains of the past,
how can you climb them again,
and why?
Time is a door
I cannot open.
My magic is worn,
my chants asleep.
I was born in a village,
small and secretive like a womb.
I never left it.
I love the ocean not the shores.

ADONIS.
(Translated by Khaled Mattawa).

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PATRICK MODIANO,FRENCH NOVELIST,WINS THE NOBEL PRIZE FOR LITERATURE 2014 !

PATRICK MODIANO : "ECRIRE, C'EST COMME CONDUIRE DANS LE BROUILLARD".

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PATRICK MODIANO,French
Novelist,has won this year’s
nobel prize for literature!

The Swedish Academy Described
Modiano As The Modern Marcel
Proust And Hailed His Art of
Memory Employed In His
Writings!

The Academy Commended
Modiano “for the
art of memory with which he has
evoked the most ungraspable
human destinies and unlocked
the life-world of the
occupation.” !

Author of Over Two Dozen
Books, Patrick Modiano Was Little
Known For The Outside World As
Only Three or Four Of His Works
Have Been Available In English !

Born Just Two Weeks After The
End of The Second World War In
Paris, Modiano Has Always Been
Obsessed With This City And Its
History Especially During Its
Occupation!

Writing About The History of
Paris During The Occupation,
Modiano Often Mixes His Personal
History With That of Those Times!
The Moral Struggle That The
Common People of Paris Had To
Endure During The Reign of Nazis
Has Been A Recurring Theme Of
Almost All of His Novels !

Like Proust, Modiano Too, Likes
To Remember The Things Past
And In So Doing Trying To Make
A Connect With It.

Modiano’s Works Are, In Essence,
A Deep Meditation On The
Themes of Loss,Identity,Memory
And Time !

‘Missing Person’ , ‘Out of The
Dark’ Are Some Notable Works
Available In English!

Patrick Modiano Happens To Be
The 15th Frenchman To Have
Won Literature Nobel !

Modiano Also Wrote A Screenplay
For The Oscar Winning
Movie,LACOMBE LUCIEN !

A Reclusive By Nature,Patrick
Modiano, Is Rarely Seen In Talk
Shows or Symposia or Literary
Fests !

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KAILASH SATYARTHI AND MALALA YOUSAFZAI JOINTLY AWARDED NOBEL-PEACE PRIZE 2014 !

The Norwagean Nobel Peace
Committee Has Announced This
Year’s Peace Prize Winners’
Names Today And They Are Mr.
Kailash Satyarthi From India And
Miss Malala Yousafzai From
Pakistan!

Both Are Crusaders For Children’s
Rights!Mr. Satyarthi aged 60, has
been leading a movement for
protecting children from child
labor and slavery for over 30yrs
and has got huge success in his
mission.He has succeeded so far
in getting 80 000 children out
from the bonded labor and
slavery . Mr. Satyarthi spearheads
an institution named ‘BACHPAN
BACHAO ANDOLAN’ or Movement
for the Protection of Children.This
he established in 1980 and since
then devoted his life for
protecting the rights of children
in India as well as highlighted
this awareness globally! He left
his job of an electrical-engineer
and made the issue of children’s
rights his motto ! He,after
learning this news of peace
prize,said he dedicated the
award in the honor of those
children who are still not free! He
further said that he would not
feel satisfied till he freed the last
child from the bonded labor and
slavery!
Mr. Satyarthi is described by the
peace committe as someone
who carries the Gandhian
Tradition of peaceful protests for
the benefit of humanity.

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MALALA YOUSAFZAI has become a
household name globally since
she was shot in head in 2012 by
the Talibans while on her school
bus in the Swat Valley of
Pakistan.
Malala is just 17 and happens to
be the youngest ever nobel
laureate.She has been a vocal
advocate for children’s right to
education,especially the girls.She
was also on the shortlist last
year,but,the prize ultimately went
to the atomic weapons
monitoring organisation! Malala
has already won the hearts of
millions of people around the
world for her courage and
interest in furthering the cause
of girl education in an area
under the firm control of the
Talibans infamous for their strict
laws regarding girls and women
in matters of individual freedom
and basic rights!
Malala is still at a school,but not
in the Swat Valley,rather in
Birmingham,UK,where she has
been living since been airlifted
from Pakistan in 2012 for the
treatment in the Queen Elizabeth
Hospital in Birmingham!
Last year she spoke brilliantly
about herself and her mission
before a standing ovation in the
United Nations!She was also
seen with the Nigerian President
Goodluck Jonathan Persuading
him to meet personally the
parents of nearly 300 girls who
were abducted by the extremist
organisation,Boko Haram !
Malala Yousafzai Was Already A
Global Face And This Award Will
Only Enhance Her Stature
Globally !
Both Were Deserving Candidates
And This Year The Nobel Peace
Prize Committe Has Successfully
Kept Controversy(A Regular
Feature) At Bay In Its Choice !

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