POETS’ CORNER

S. K
June 18, 2021

Robert Frost achieved huge popularity, winning the Pulitzer Prize four times and declaiming at JFK’s 1961 inauguration aged eighty-six....

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Nostalgia

By Tahreem Asghar

When all the yesterdays are gone

And you hear my voice on the radio

Miss me then

When in the future you read my words

And you understand me

Miss me then

Miss me when you see the pace I used to walk on

Miss me in the starless night

And when the first drop of rain hits the ground

Miss me when I’m gone

Tale

By Momina Hassan

Since thou remain nescient to the enigma of embrace

Camaraderie, astray amidst envy

A bouquet of wrath sails the universe

Veracity spiritually camouflaged

Beyond horizons a shallow insanity lingers the banquet of winter

Oh, the farce of integrity!

Regards of awe, rifling among cryptic voyages

Reverberates of venom jubilant upon victory

Mortal ravine of rue

Hailing thy advent is a ruthless aura, serenaded by silent amber

A tequila expanse reveals a vague confession

Misery seeks forgiveness, ferocity loathes its deeds

Thine virtue, however amnestied

Poems forever

Robert Frost achieved huge popularity, winning the Pulitzer Prize four times and declaiming at JFK’s 1961 inauguration aged eighty-six. He had written a new poem for the occasion but, with the sun half blinding him, found he couldn’t read it, and so recited his 1942 poem ‘The Gift Outright’ from memory to rapturous applause.

The Gift Outright

By Robert Frost

The land was ours before we were the land’s.

She was our land more than a hundred years

Before we were her people. She was ours

In Massachusetts, in Virginia,

But we were England’s, still colonials,

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,

Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

Something we were withholding made us weak

Until we found out that it was ourselves

We were withholding from our land of living,

And forthwith found salvation in surrender.

Such as we were we gave ourselves outright

(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)

To the land vaguely realizing westward,

But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,

Such as she was, such as she would become.

Compiled by SK



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