I was just perusing myself at Google when I came upon this
composed some six years back. Ah, poetry has its own
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
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Sent: Sunday, November 20, 2011 11:48
Subject: OT -- TS Eliot
poetry prize 2011 shortlist
came upon it a while back - so
just in case
TS Eliot poetry prize 2011
"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
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
to us in their different ways – in quiet
ways and in pizzazzy ways.""