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Morning at the Window

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  Morning at the Window by T. S. Eliot They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.     The brown waves of fog toss up to me Twisted faces from the bottom of the street, And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts An aimless smile that hovers in the air And vanishes along the level of the roofs. T.S.ELIOT He was born on 26 th September 1888. He was a published and editor and a great poet.   He is a prominent figure in English-language modernist poetry. He could not participate in many physical activities as he was suffering from hernia.   As he was alone he was infatuated with literature.   He began to write poetry when he was 14.   His first published poem was “A Fable for Feasters.”   After his graduation from Smith Academy, he attended Milton Academy.   He studied at Harvard College ...

Entertainment Nissim Ezekiel

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  Entertainment Nissim Ezekiel   The monkey –show is on- Patient girl on haunches holds the strings, A baby in her arms. Two tiny monkeys in red and purple pantaloons Prepare to dance. Crowd collects, forms a circle. Naked to the waist, The master of ceremonies drums frenzy, Cracks whip, calls the tricks To earn applause and copper coins, The circle thickens as the plot thickens, Children laugh, the untouchable women Smooth their hair.   A coolie Grins at me, his white teeth Gleam in the sunlight. Only the monkeys are sad, And suddenly The baby begins to cry. Anticipating time for payment, The crowd dissolves, Some, in the shame part With the smallest coin they have, The show moves on.     Nissim Ezekiel     Nissim Ezekiel was born on 16 th  December 1924.  He was an Indian Jewish poet, actor, playwright, editor and critic.  The Ezekiels belonged to Mumbai’s Marathi spea...

My Mother Saw A Dancing Bear

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My mother saw a dancing bear Charles Causley My mother saw a dancing bear By the schoolyard, a day in June. The keeper stood with chain and bar And whistle-pipe, and played a tune   And bruin lifted up its head And lifted up its dusty feet. And all the children laughed to see It caper in the summer heat They watched as for the queen it died. They watched it march.   They watched it halt. They heard the keeper as he cried. “Now roly-poly!” “Somersault!”   And then, my mother said there came The keeper with a begging-cup, The bear with burning coat of fur, Shaming the laughter to a stop. They paid a penny for the dance. But what they saw was not the show; Only, in bruin’s aching eyes, Far distant forests and the snow.         Summary   This narrative poem describes the entertainment of a dancing bear which earns money by the dance.   But the children who enjoy the bear dance could see the un...