I am extremely fond of poetry. Although Bengali is my mother tongue, I am sad to say that I am illiterate in it. It is a very sweet language, and I believe that it is endowed with excellent literature and poetry. Fortunately I am reasonably competent in English. I therefore have access to its rich literary tradition.
I have not studied English literature and cannot claim any expertise in critical analysis of poetry. I am just someone who loves poetry. Allow me to share with you some of my favorite English language poems. Poems fill my heart with pleasure.
Let’s begin with the concluding lines of William Wordsworth’s Daffodils.
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Next, Percy Bysse Shelly’s Ozymandias. The entire poem. Continue reading “A Bit of Poetry – Part 1”








