I was just perusing myself at Google when I came upon this piece
composed some six years back. Ah, poetry has its own moods!
Yester night, it was All Hallows' Eve.
The moon dipped a little below the horizon.
But I could see it still, smiling draculously,
Its bare teeth of brazen witches.
Its grin rang in the trees around my house
And the wind whistled among the lows.
The stars espied the earth as never before,
Staring from the sockets of so many graves.
The night-sky was littered with them.
And yet, they made merry in their madness
As though they were my next door neighbors
Waking the night with drunken revelry --
Or some distant kin who had long left
For another planet.
- CR Mittal
Never too late, I suppose.
You'll kindly excuse me the liberty.
From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, November 20, 2011 11:48 AM
Subject: OT -- TS Eliot poetry prize 2011 shortlist
came upon it a while back - so just in case
TS Eliot poetry prize 2011 shortlist
"Described as the "most demanding of all poetry prizes" by chair of judges
Gillian Clarke, the 10 nominations for this year's TS Eliot award are a roll-call
of poetry's great and good. "To me an exciting book is one that makes me
want to be a poet – to stop and write a poem at that very moment. It's a
book which is plugging in to the chemistry and excitement about language
which we all need before picking up a pen," said Clarke. "All these books
[we've chosen] are nourishing, exciting and challenging. Some are more
challenging, others more nourishing, but all are tremendously important
to us in their different ways – in quiet ways and in pizzazzy ways.""
a celebration of poetry