Literature is the reflection of
life. It is one of Fine Art, like
Music, Dance, Painting,
Sculpture, as it is meant to give
aesthetic pleasure rather than
serve any utilitarian purpose.
A Night in June
The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and the trees;
There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-off wind that rushes,
And a sound of water that gushes,
And the cuckoo's sovereign cry
Fills all the hollow of the sky.
Who would go `parading'
In London, `and masquerading',
On such a night of June
With that beautiful soft half-moon,
And all these innocent blesses?
On such a night as this is!
THE HOLLOW MEN
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch’s sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in my house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No." 
So let us melt, and make no noise, 5
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ; 10
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove 15
The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. 20
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so 25
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam, 30
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35
And makes me end where I begun.
John Keats ; 31 October 1795
– 23 February 1821) was an
English Romantic poet. He was
one of the main figures of the
second generation of Romantic
poets along with Lord
Byron and Percy Bysshe
Shelley, despite his work only
having been in publication for
four years before his death.
Although his poems were not
generally well received by
critics during his life, his
reputation grew after his death,
so that by the end of the 19th
century he had become one of
the most beloved of all English
John Milton (9 December 1608 –
8 November 1674) was an
English poet, polemicist, a
scholarly man of letters, and a
civil servant for
the Commonwealth of
England under Oliver Cromwell.
He wrote at a time of religious flux
and political upheaval, and is best
known for his epic poem Paradise
Lost. Milton's poetry and prose
reflect deep personal convictions,
a passion for freedom and self-
determination, and the urgent
issues and political turbulence of
his day. Writing in English, Latin,
and Italian, he achieved
international renown within his
William Wordsworth (7 April
1770 – 23 April 1850) was a major
English Romantic poet who,
with Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
helped to launch the Romantic
Age in English literature with the
1798 joint publication Lyrical
Wordsworth's magnum opus is
generally considered to be The
Prelude, a semiautobiographical
poem of his early years which he
revised and expanded a number of
times. It was posthumously titled
and published, prior to which it was
generally known as the poem "to
Coleridge". Wordsworth was
Britain's Poet Laureate from 1843
until his death in 1850.
Eliot OM (September 26, 1888 –
January 4, 1965) was a publisher,
playwright, literary and social critic
and "one of the twentieth century's
major poets."Born in the United
States, he moved to the United
Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25) and
was naturalised. Eliot attracted
widespread attention for his
poem The Love Song of J. Alfred
Prufrock (1915), which is seen as a
masterpiece of the Modernist
movement. It was followed by some
of the best-known poems in the
English language, including The
Waste Land (1922), The Hollow
Men (1925), Ash
Wednesday (1930) and Four
Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 –
January 29, 1963) was an American
poet. His work was initially published in
England before it was published in
America. He is highly regarded for his
realistic depictions of rural life and his
command of American colloquial
speech. His work frequently employed
settings from rural life in New England in
the early twentieth century, using them to
examine complex social and
philosophical themes. One of the most
popular and critically respected American
poets of the twentieth century, Frost was
honored frequently during his lifetime,
receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.
He became one of America's rare "public
literary figures, almost an artistic
Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 –
February 11, 1963) was an American
poet, novelist and short story writer. Born
in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied
at Smith College and Newnham
College, Cambridge, before receiving
acclaim as a professional poet and
writer. She married fellow poet Ted
Hughes in 1956 and they lived together
first in the United States and then
England, having two children
together, Frieda and Nicholas. Plath
suffered from depression for much of her
adult life, and in 1963 she committed
suicide. Controversy continues to
surround the events of her life and death,
as well as her writing and legacy.
Plath is credited with advancing the
genre of confessional poetry and is best
known for her two published
collections, The Colossus and Other
Poems and Ariel.