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  Childhood   I used to think that grown –up people chose, To have stiff backs and wrinkles round their nose, And veins like small fat snakes on either hand,  On purpose to be grand. Till through the banister I watched one day My great-aunt Etty’s friend who was going away, And how her onyx beads had come unstrung. I saw her grope to find them as they rolled; And then I knew that she was helplessly old, As I was helplessly young.   Frances Cornford She was an English poet.  She was the daughter of Francis Darwin the botanist. She was born on 30 th march 1886.   She was brought up in Cambridge, and was educated in private.  After her death she was buried at the Parish of the Ascension Burial Ground in Cambridge.   She is well known for her work “To a Fat Lady Seen from a Train” she was the granddaughter of Charles Darwin, her works include “Spring Morning” (1915), “Autumn Midnight (1923) “Different Days” (1928) etc.  Sh...

A Tear and A Smile I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart For the joys of the multitude. And I would have the tears that sadness makes To flow from my every part turn into laughter.   I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.   A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding Of life’s secrets and hidden things. A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.   A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence. I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live weary and despairing.   I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the Depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are Satisfied the most wretched of people. I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.   With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals And sleeps, embracing her longing. At morning’s approa...

A soldier’s wife weep    Kamal Wijeratne Last Saturday when you went back from leave I watched until you disappeared over the bend and long after; Until my breast gave a great heave, And lit the lamp before the Buddha and prayed no end.   On Wednesday when the crow cried on the dead branch And the sky colored over with the colour of charcoal I had no fears, I knew you were safe I had your horoscope read and there were no malefic   But on Thursday when they bore you home I did not know what to believe, what to think It was as if I had slept a long sleep And saw things in a haze between life and death.   Was it on Saturday that we bathed together at the village well And you boy like threw stones as the sneering frogs And drank deeply of the scent of the giant palm That had ominously broken in the splendorous fragrant flower?   Looking back now I seem to see things I never saw before The way you hung behind me touched m y hair The way you leaned agai...