The life we’re given is on a thread, so wear it well.
Shelley’s servant”. Wasn’t that a wonderful gesture of humility by someonewho was such a great poet himself? And later, Bharatiyar had his own dasan, the poet Subburathinam, who tookthe pen name Bharathidasan. Subburathinam’s poetry inspired...
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
Philosophers, Poets and Fools have similar Consciousness
in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.
a silent night. – the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
Latvieši, kā visiem zināms, ir dzejnieku tauta. Tikai pavisam retais latvietis nebūs vismaz jaunībā kaut drusku pavingrinājies dzejot… Zīmīgi un apbrīnojami, ka latviešu apsēstība ar dzeju izveidojusies par spīti tam, ka dzejo latviski ir nesalīdzināmi...
Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.