LITERARY CRITICISM:FREE NOTES

WALKING DOWN THE HILL Walking down the hill I hold your hand We are silent, silent like silence itself Are these black rocks ou...

  EYE AND EYE One day my eyes quarreled with each other One to see a flower with bees around it Other to focus a woman lay de...

  O, HIDE NOT O, hide not, hide not, I know your presence. I see your smile, Though tears are filled. Your steps true ...

LIES They said it was an accident. A wall of crowed Hid that scene. But their words could draw the tragedy. One said it was a ...

THE MUSIC NIGHT Rain rhymed classic notes Dancing fireflies under trees Slowly rising fell-down stars Are those hundred little light...

FEAST OF LAMPS Lit clay lamps must be merry this day, For the Goddess won out the evil. God and Goddess cast their eyes down...

MYSTERY Unkind with nightmares night grew Restless seas sounded deep thoughts Dragging in the street like a drunkard Bad f...

THE WINNER I win this game Though am defeated And in fair light Even if the sun is set All flowers known to me Not from gardens ...

THE QUOTES The God was nabbed By all beggars They said: “You emptied our pots of coins!” Their wives said: “You gave us nightmares...

PRAYER OF A WIDOW O God! This roof, These walls, The raining out, Shouting thunder, Sharp lightning, My worthless love, And ig...

CUP OF TEA The old man and his dog were old. Who would die first? It was the question we had, In minds as we saw them. “My cup of te...

FORBIDDEN FRUIT Apples have always been Forbidden fruits for me So when she asked What name would I call her I said: A P P L E !

EASTER EASTER   Long ago On a starry midnight With the moon's fullest face The Holy Grave was opened 'Jesus' ...

DEATH AT CHRISTMAS EVE Chilly morns of December windy Sunny noons and nights starry Angels sing Holy X-mas nearly Three...

BREEZE AND BLOOMS Wind streams through flowery boughs They nod, nod their blossom heads Breeze and blooms all a dance Some bees kee...

LULLABY Lullaby...mother's lullaby... Do come cradle cries; Late mother beyond skies, Sings no more gentle songs. W...

I KILL ME OFTEN True is it that I kill me often In busy mornings with no guilt Sweaty noons are made for the kill And gloomy evenings ...