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John Donne's famous poem about two lovers surprised by the astonishingly rapid arrival of sunrise, read by Bill Wallis.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning's plea to her lover to love her just for herself, and not for any qualities that may fade away, read by Jenny Agutter.

Edward Lear's much-loved comic poem, featuring the most elegant fowl in literature and his beautiful feline friend, read by Jenny Agutter.

“The poet is endemic with life itself,” Will Alexander once said, and in this searing pas de trois, Refractive Africa: Ballet of the Forgotten, he has exemplified this vital candescence with a transpersonal amplification worthy of the Cambrian explosion. “This being the ballet of the forgotten,” he writes as diasporic witness, “of refracted boundary points as venom.” The volume’s opening poem pays homage to the innovative Nigerian-Yoruban author Amos Tutuola; it ends with an encomium to the modernist Malagasy poet Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo.

Ye kavitaa_en jeevan ko prem aur kudarat ke saahachary se snvalit karane kaa upakram hain. In kavitaa_on men stree kee tamaam komal abhilaaṣaa_en hain to preet kee ḍaor men bndhane se lekar nadiyon ke kool- kinaare, prakriti ke mnḍaap-tale pariṇaay rachaane kee utknṭhaa bhee. Kabhee kisee kavayitree ne likhaa thaa,’ mat goontho meraa heerak man apanee komal barajoree se/ nayanon kee resham-ḍaoree se.‘ ye kavitaa_en un manakon kee tarah hain jinhen ek kavayitree ne apane chitt kee resham ḍaoree men goonth rakhaa hai.

'buraa n maano ḍaemokrezaee hai’ ek aisaa kavitaa-sngrah hai jo aapake bukashelph aur dil- donon men hee ghar kar jaa_egaa. Hamaare dil, dimaaga, desh aur duniyaa men tahalakaa machaate ka_ii muddon ko aapake samakṣ saral aur sashakt roop se rakhane kaa ek sachchaa prayaas hai....

‘gazal mndaakinee’ ek snkalan hai itihaas men ghaṭit ghaṭanaa_on kaa aur vartamaan men beetate manaaveey moolyonu kaa, jahaan kavitaa_en itihaas ke kiradaaron se baat karatee hai to gazal aaj ke samaaj ko aaiinaa dikhaatee prateet hotee hai- abhiṣek naagar...

Rahul Kumar Boyal ki kavitayon ka sangrah.

Mainne sthool shareer se aapane aas-paas ek duniyaa rachee. Is baahy jagat kaa srijan-snsaar rachate gaḍhate kab mere bheetar kee aatmakhoh me bhee ek rachanaatmak snsaar aakaar paataa gayaa main samajh hee n paa_ii aur dheere-dheere us maun ne kab kalam thaam bheetar kaa indradhanuṣee snsaar kaagaz par mukhar kar diyaa—sab kuchh mere lie bhee vismrit kar dene vaalaa thaa. Main aapane bheetar udit hue is prem ke mohapaash se mugdhit ho kaavy saritaa-see bahatee chalee ga_ii.

Revant daan ke yahaan kavitaa ek registaanee nadee kee tarah bahatee hai aur vah apanaa raastaa khud banaatee hai, yaanee vah alhad marusthalee ladkee kee tarah chalatee hai, magar usamen jimmedaaree kaa bodh bhee hai, chunautiyon se ladne kaa saahas bhee hai, mushkilon men muskuraane kaa hunar bhee hai. Meree nazar men revant kee kavitaa kee sabase badee khoobee usakee saadhaaraṇaataa hai aur yah saadhaaraṇaataa aasaanee se arjit kie jaane laayak naheen hai. Yah to paidaa_ishee hai yaa ise bahut mehanat se taraash kar seekhaa aur snvaaraa gayaa hai.

Kaartik aur aaravee donon ek hee kŏlej men paḍhxte hain. Kŏlej men freshar paarṭee ke dauraan aaravee ḍaŏs karatee hai. Use dekhakar kaartik usase dostee naheen pyaar karanaa chaahataa hai. Ek din kaartik apanee pareshaaniyon kaa bojh lekar paark men baiṭhakar sochataa rahataa hai. Tabhee ek shakhs aataa hai aur kahataa hai ki main bhagavaan hoon, sab pareshaanee ṭheek kar doongaa. Kaartik usakee taraf dekhataa hai, aur bolataa hai, jaa_o jaa_o....

Bas kuchh isee tarah vaqat ke kuchh ṭukadon ko yaad kee kachchee rassee se lapeṭ diyaa aur risane ke dard kee syaahee kaagazaon par bikharatee rahee, shabd banatee rahee aur zaindagee chalatee rahee. In pannon men jo bhee kuchh hain unhen kavitaa to naheen kahaa jaa sakataa, bas kuchh pal hain jo sustaane ko ṭhahar gae hain.

Likhate hue durgaa, ridhmaa, siddhi aur firadaus in saare kiradaaron men maan kee viraaṭataa ke darshan hue hain. Maan ke lie raameshvar kee tadap kaheen n kaheen meree apanee hee hai. Iishvar ke pratiroop raameshvar kaa us aashram kee chaaradeevaaree men dam ghuṭataa hai. Visheṣ paridhaan aur karmakaanḍa raameshvar kee soch ke darshan kee viraaṭataa ko kam naheen kar paate hain.

Vo haavee hotaa gayaa mujh par main halkee hotee ga_ii us par. Hamaaree mahaphail aksar jamatee rahee. Meraa reetaapan belaag, bekhaupha, pooree bebaakee se badastoor unmaad kee tarah baahar aakar apanaa rng dikhaataa rahaa. Andar kaa sab achchhaa-buraa is kitaab ke pannon par jyon kaa tyon chhitar gayaa hai. Geet-gazal-kavitaa, naa jaane ye kyaa hai....

Raat, Khamoshi Aur Tum' kavita sangrah hai Nilanshu Ranjan ki kalam se. Suniye aur luft utthaiyay.

"Mia madre è un'arma" è la prima raccolta poetica dei registi (e gemelli) Damiano e Fabio D'Innocenzo, un'opera scritta a quattro mani per raccontare in versi sciolti del tempo contemporaneo e dei sentimenti che lo abitano, degli appartamenti in affitto, dei cani amati e dei genitori, del futuro che va registrato e tramandato, della scrittura che - come il cinema - vive di un gesto quotidiano e necessario, radicato nell'intimità delle cose più piccole, microcosmi emotivi, generatori di storie.

Os Lusíadas é um poema épico que marcou a língua portuguesa, escrito há mais de 450 anos. Inspirado pelas epopéias gregas, foi escrito pelo poeta português Luís Vaz de Camões e publicado em 1572. Ao narrar as aventuras de Vasco da Gama em sua jornada para as Índias, o poeta engrandece as grandes navegações e o próprio homem português que desbravou o mundo em busca de novas terras. Por meio dos cantos, também conta a história de fundação de Portugal, mitos e lendas locais.

Muchas veces tenemos que irnos a pesar del miedo, de las dudas, y de la falta de confianza. En esta ocasión, conocerás a Vespertine y viajarás de su mano luchando contra el temor a estar solo, el falso apego y la aceptación a la muerte. Entre poemas y narrativa Vespertine cuenta su historia. Sangrando cada escrito para cicatrizar el dolor de la pérdida, y el reto de emprender un viaje solo, en el que una sacudida a su realidad sirve de boleto y las respuestas son el único destino.

Vidyan Ravinthiran was born in the north of England to Sri Lankan Tamils, and moved to the United States five years ago. Considering identity in both its political and psychological senses, he leaps adventurously between memoir and criticism, understanding his life through poetry, and vice versa. This electric, compelling hybrid memoir discovers a new way of writing about the self and also literature.

Luciene Nascimento é poeta e escritora, e seus vídeos de pedagopoesia somam mais de 3 milhões de visualizações na internet. Foi citada pela imprensa como inspiração para novas gerações na literatura.