National Poetry Month: Week 4- Rabindranath Tagore

The Music Of The Rains In rainy days When it rains in pattering sounds I cannot tell how I feel So bewildered is my mind. It seems as if someone has left After calling and calling And knocking at my door at night When in rainy days It rains in pattering sounds. Be kind to…

National Poetry Month: Week 2- Maya Angelou

Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like…

National Poetry Month: Week 1- Pablo Neruda

Love feeding on love… What a nice thought. If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body…