Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, requiem, W. H. Auden, W.B. Yeats
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, requiem, W. H. Auden, W.B. Yeats
He was there for a day
when they had the floods.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: A.K. Ramanujam, culture, Madurai, nature, poems about poetry, repetend, Tamil
But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: ageing, humorous poems, Lewis Carroll, rhythm