Sri Aurobindo's "Style and Substance" - Chapter IV from "The Future of Poetry"

The Things That Haven't Been Done Before - Edgar Guest - Poem & Summary

The things that haven’t been done before, Those are the things to try; Columbus dreamed of an unknown shore At the rim of the far-flung sky, And his heart was bold and his faith was strong As he ventured in dangers new, And he paid no heed to the jeering throng Or the fears of the doubting crew. The many will follow the beaten track With guideposts on the way. They live and have lived for ages back With a chart for every day. Someone has told them it’s safe to go On the road he has traveled o’er, And all that they ever strive to know Are the things that were known before . A few strike out without map or chart, Where never a man has been, From the beaten path they draw apart To see what no man has seen. There are deeds they hunger alone to do; ...

Rabindranath Tagore - Where the Mind is Without Fear – Gitanjali 35

Rabindranath Tagore - Where the Mind is Without Fear – 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. About Author Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a renowned Bengali poet, writer, composer, and philosopher. He reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art, with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Tagore was the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913 for his collection of poems, "Gitanjali" ("Song Offerings"). ...

Anxiety Monster - Rhona McFerran

Anxiety Monster - Rhona McFerran Anxiety, Anxiety- you creep, you lurk, you worry me Mangy monster under my bed on all my fears you must be fed and when I try to starve you out you stab me with a blade of doubt You sneaky, scurrilous, savage beast I don't hate you, but I like you least! You are not cute or cuddly why do I let you cling to me? You're ugly and you're worrisome you drain my joy and leave me glum Anxiety, Anxiety- I hear you've achieved notoriety evidently I'm not the only one you'll hassle them all before you're done! 'Though, I don't see how you find the time to carry out your heinous crime... For all day long, and nighttime, too a hovering pest, too big to "shoo" you hang around and taunt me fierce by dangling daggers with which to pierce I tremble in my delicate skin but chin stuck out, I'm ...

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