poems

The Flying Wonder The Flying Wonder - Figures of Speech, Important Lines and Appreciation Questions The Flying Wonder Said Orville Wright to Wilbur Wright, “These birds are very trying. I’m sick of hearing them cheep-cheep About the fun of flying. A bird has feathers, it is true. That much I freely grant. But must that stop us, W?” Said Wilbur Wright, “It shan’t.” And so they built a glider, first, And then they built another. -There never were two brothers more Devoted to each other. They ran a dusty little shop For bicycle-repairing, And bought each other soda-pop And praised each other’s daring. They glided here, they glided there, They sometimes skinned their noses. -For learning how to rule the air Was not a bed of roses- But each would murmur, afterward, While patching up his bro. “Are we discouraged, W?” “Of course we are not, O!” And finally, at Kitty Hawk In Nineteen-Three (let’s ...

If 22 men can build a wall of 110 metres in 10days . the length of a similar wall built by 30 men in 6 days is 90 m explanation 22 men   110 metres in 10 days   ie means 11m in one day 22 men 11 m 30 men   ? 30*11/22 =  15 15 m was built by 30 men in one day so for 6 days they built 6* 15 = 90 metres

Snake A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree I came down the steps with my pitcher And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me. He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough And rested his throat upon the stone bottom, i o And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness, He sipped with his straight mouth, Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body, Silently. Someone was before me at my water-trough, And I, like a second comer, waiting. He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do, And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do, And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment, And stooped and drank a little more, Being earth-brown, earth-golden from th...

Is Life but A Dream? Is Life but A Dream? :   A Boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July –  Children three that nestle near,  Eager eye and willing ear,  Pleased a simple tale to hear –  Long has paled that sunny sky:  Echoes fade and memories die:  Autumn frosts have slain July.  Still she haunts me, phantomwise.  Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.  Children yet, the tale to hear,  Eager eye and willing ear,  Lovingly shall nestle near.  In a Wonderland they lie,  Dreaming as the days go by,  Dreaming as the summers die:  Ever drifting down the stream – Lingering in the golden gleam – Life, what is it but a dream?  Is all our Life, then, but a dream?  Seen faintly in the golden gleam Athwart Time’s dark resistless stream?  Bowed to the earth with bitter woe,  Or laughing at some raree-show,  We flutter idly to and fro.  Man’s...

A Psalm of Life BY  HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Tell me not, in mournful numbers,     Life is but an empty dream!  For the soul is dead that slumbers,     And things are not what they seem.  Life is real! Life is earnest!     And the grave is not its goal;  Dust thou art, to dust returnest,     Was not spoken of the soul.  Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,     Is our destined end or way;  But to act, that each to-morrow     Find us farther than to-day.  Art is long, and Time is fleeting,     And our hearts, though stout and brave,  Still, like muffled drums, are beating     Funeral marches to the grave.  In the world’s broad field of battle,     I...

Earth Earth - Figures of Speech, Important Lines and Appreciation Questions Earth How beautiful you are, Earth, and how sublime! How perfect your obedience to the light and how noble is your submission to the sun. I have walked over your plains, I have climbed your stony mountains I have descended into your valley; I have entered into your caves. On the plains I have discovered your dreams, On the mountains I have admired your splendid presence. And in the valleys I have observed your tranquility; In the caves I have touched your mysteries. You are the mouth and lips of Eternity, The strings and fingers of Time, The mystery and solution of life. How generous you are, Earth, and How strong is your yearning for Your children lost between That which they have attained And that which they could not obtain We pierce your bosom with swords and spears. And you dress our wounds with oils and balsam We p...

Sonnet For My Incomparable Mother I often contemplate my childhood, Mom. I am a mother now, and so I know Hard work is mixed together with the fun; You learned that when you raised me long ago. I think of all the things you gave to me: Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears, Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul- All these you spent on me throughout the years. You loved me with a never-failing love You gave me strength and sweet security, And then you did the hardest thing of all: You let me separate and set me free. Every day, I try my best to be A mother like the mom you were to me.  -F.Joanna

Where The Mind Is Without Fear 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. Geetanjali, Rabindranath Tagore.

O Captain! My Captain! BY  WALT WHITMAN O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,  The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,  The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,  While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;                           But O heart! heart! heart!                              O the bleeding drops of red,                                 Where on the deck my Captain lies,              ...