Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

31 August, 2011

When a Child/When a Parent

When a child demands, she's called bossy.
When a parent demands, she's called firm.

When a child yells and screams, she's 'out of control'.
When a parent yells and screams, she's exasperated and tired.

When a child doesn't answer, he's called rude.
When a parent doesn't answer, she's called busy.

When a child isn't satisfied, she's called spoiled.
When a parent isn't satisfied, she's called discerning.

When a child is angry, she's 'out of line'.
When a parent is angry, she's justified.

When a child hits, society calls her violent and aggressive.
When a parent hits, society calls it 'discipline'.

--Lu

13 July, 2011

Part One: Life

THE BRAIN is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.

The brain is deeper than the sea, 5
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.

The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound, 10
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.

~Emily Dickinson

30 June, 2011

The Blindmen and the Elephant

It was six men of Hindustan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
(Though all of them were blind)
That each by observation
Might satisfy the mind.

The first approached the Elephant
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side
At once began to bawl:
‘‘Bless me, it seems the Elephant
Is very like a wall’’.


The second, feeling of his tusk,
Cried, ‘‘Ho! What have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me ‘tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear’’.

The third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Then boldly up and spake:
‘‘I see,’’ quoth he, ‘‘the Elephant
Is very like a snake.’’

The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
‘‘What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain,’’ quoth he;
‘‘‘Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!’’

The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
Said: ‘‘E’en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!’’

The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
‘‘I see,’’ quoth he, ‘‘the Elephant
Is very like a rope!’’

And so these men of Hindustan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right
And all were in the wrong.
John Godfrey Saxe, The Blindmen and the Elephant
(1873)