By Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a […]
By Eunice de Souza Right, now here it comes.I killed my father when I was three.I have muddled through several […]
By Nissim Ezekiel I A poet-rascal-clown was born,The frightened child who would not eatOr sleep, a boy of meager bone.He […]
By William Butler Yeats Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on. […]