Changsha Alone I stand in the autumn cold On the tip of Orange Island, The Xiang flowing northward; I see a thousand hills crimsoned through By their serried woods deep-dyed, And a hundred barges vying Over crystal blue waters.
Gitanjali 35 Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of truth; Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit; Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
To An Expatriate Friend Colour meant nothing. Anyone who wanted help, had humour or was kind was brother to you; categories of skin were foreign; you were colour blind.
Attunement of the senses Who has an eye for Nature’s beauteous forms And lends an ear to trap her melody, Will see the rose a sudden scarlet brush When shyly bursting forth in dewy morn; Observe the riotous splash of colour spilled Across the palest blue of Heaven’s dome; Will harken to the noise of kneeling grass Which furious, fitful winds keep trampling o’er; Will hear the symphony of weeping skies Euphoniously played on tresses green; Will smell the dampness of the rain-scoured earth And deep inhale the fragrance of its flowers; Will taste the freshness of the laughing brook And smack the lips in sheer delight of being; Will feel a oneness with Divinity, Dynamic; indivisible; serene; All these and more perceived and understood Is proof .
The development of Guyanese literature may be studied in four periods: Pre-Colombian, before 1597; Colonial, from 1597 to the end of the nineteenth century; Modern, which includes pre-independence up to 1966; and the Post-Independence from 1966 to the present.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Auld Lang Syne Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
A Visit from Saint Nicholas ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St.
What is the world’s biggest festival? There might be different ways of measuring it.
What is the world’s biggest festival? There might be different ways of measuring it.
Sometimes In The Middle Of The Story (For the drowned Africans of the Middle Passage) Sometimes in the middle of the story something move outside the house, like it could be the wind, but is not the wind and the story-teller hesitate so slight you hardly notice it, and the children hold their breath, and look at one another.
In very recent history Guyana has developed distinct advantages in the field of culture and the arts.
Guyana has advanced considerably on the Caribbean stage, from being a place where everything arrived last after already established in the major countries, to setting trends of its own.
TO TOUSSAINT L’OUVERTURE TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy of men! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon’s earless den; – O miserable Chieftain!
The Kreative Arts dance establishment has joined a long line of companies, troupes and schools in the production of full dance productions to show off work they have been doing.
Next February, Guyana will celebrate another golden jubilee. February 23, 1970 was the day this country became a republic; February 23, 2020 is the 50th anniversary of that day and of the national festival of Mashramani.
Sita and Jatayu It was Jatayu who tried to pursue Rawan to save Sita, his treasured King’s wife, as she prayed to her Rama to free her from Rawan’s clutch, squeezing tight her spleenThe Vulture King, Jatayu’s time was due.
Chutney Love Dem call meh Chutney Love And if yuh see meh belly roll Man cyan stop meh on a stage When de chutney take control I eh nobody bowjie No promised doolahin But when de tassa start to roll up Beta, dem lyrics yuh have I done write myself in Ah could speak a lil Hindi From meh nani and Indian movie Dem does lick up meh curry and roti An, well, meh house does see Both Eid and Diwali But dis chutney I does feel it Curving in all meh wrist an ankle bone Ah hundred and fifty years we woman singing it An not in matikor alone I never yet did leave Trinidad Since India was left on de boats So I know dis chutney is real Trini make National culture like calypso We did sing it [.
The Tragic Muse O God This is my meditation now, before I pray.
Sonnet 130 My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
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