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December 2, 2019

When Horae’s icy sheets blanket the dale
And branches shed their frozen tears,
When Earth is covered with her icy veil,
We mortals run from Time’s cold sneers.

Yet let us not run from such cold deceived
As our tears turn to wintry pearls;

Let winter's denizens weather ea...

October 5, 2019

BUT for the cruel aspersions upon the character and life of America’s poetic genius, EDGAR ALLAN POE, this volume would have remained unwritten. EDGAR ALLAN POE has been more misunderstood than any other poet of the recent past. While his life was beautiful and inspire...

One morning, I found Lilacs in the rain:

The early lark had ceased to swirl and sing

And the scampering squirrels had ceased to play,

But I lingered by those Lilacs, weeping.

Each one seemed too sweet to outlive the morn,

Thickening the air with their dying breath;

I thought...

April 22, 2019

Contrary to the sundry definitions of metaphor proffered by school teachers and dictionaries, Metaphor is not some mere literary device; it is the eternal fount of new ideas. Every new and developing generation of idea is born out of a metaphorical process, as opposed...

March 18, 2019

Who goes there, wandering

About the mists and the rains?

Among the alpine crests

And mountains’ crystal streams?

A Chinese mountain man

Trecks up the steep defiles.

And with him follows closely

His pupil short of breath.

They walk among the pines,

Which rise from every crag.

The...

March 11, 2019

High up the starry terraces 
Of glittering emerald peaks,

A master and his pupil made
Their way towards the dragon’s grot.

As both the sage and student climbed
The frigid purgatorial steeps,

A tempest lashed the weary twain
With howling gales and scowling rains.

In...

March 4, 2019

Standing at the foot of Dragon Mountain,

A master and pupil ready themselves.

They prepare for their arduous

Climb up the snowy gilded peaks.

Tilting their heads, they see the fog

Winding around those ancient spires:

Like a slumbering dragon’s breath,

It envelops each silent...

February 9, 2019

My dormant soul wakens

As the town’s vespers

Ascend the stairless sky

And the sea whispers.

The rushing waves arrive

On the craggy shores...

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