David Herbert Lawrence was born in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire. His father was a coal miner, and Lawrence’s early novel, Sons and Lovers, gives a vivid description of what country life was then like in a mining community. He graduated from the Nottinghamshire university college and qualified as a teacher. His collected works represent an extended reflection … Continue reading Critical Analysis of ‘Piano’ by D. H. Lawrence
You can read the whole poem here. Edward James (Ted) Huges was born in Mytholmrod, in the West Riding district of Yorkshire. His childhood was quiet and dominately rural. The landscape of the moors of the area informed his poetry throughout his life. He attended Pembroke college and majored in archaeology, anthropology and studied mythology. … Continue reading Analysis of Ted Hughes’ ‘Crow Tyrannosaurus’
By RADHIKA GARG The poem 'Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as … Continue reading An Appreciation Of ‘The Road Not Taken’
Light. Dark. Isn't it absurd how people associate light with life and beauty and clarity? To me light seems to be a mirage in a desert of darkness. Light simply does not exist no matter how much we want it to, but we still look for it. We look for it and we then assume … Continue reading A Burst of Darkness
In a fast paced world, the ups and downs of life takes a toll on everyone. As your business goes sour, or as people drift away from you, it’s hard to remain confident. If you score bad grades, or if you get fired from your dream job, it’s hard to remain positive. Positivity and confidence … Continue reading The road to a better, positive you
Edward Thomas was born in London. Financial pressures gave him little choice but to compile anthologies, prepare hundreds of book reviews and write over thirty books on literary and topographical subjects. This unceasing work could not have helped the serious bouts of depression from which he frequently suffered. It was not until he met the … Continue reading Critical Analysis of Signpost by Edward Thomas
A patchwork of greens. The smell of lemongrass and raw leaves and rough bark and wet mud wafted as we rode the crude path. Up and down the jeep went, tilting this way and that. A solitary tree jutted out of the green sea. White froth shielded the far horizon, shielding the sky and the … Continue reading Finally free. Finally home.