The Look



Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) is an American poet of the twentieth century. She has known to create a substantial body of lyric poetry with romantic features. Her poem assert the authority of female self through expression of personal feelings. The simplicity in her work has contributed a great deal to classical poetry.

Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems (1907)
Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)
Love Songs (1917)
Flame and Shadow (1920)
Dark of the Moon (1926)
Stars To-night (1930)
Strange Victory (1933)



Gioconda Belli on Sleep

According to the oriental beliefs, while a person is sleeping,
the spirit separates from the body and makes
astral voyages to the other planes of existence.
Sleep was an odd state: like going off the air : “little death”

(In The Inhabited Woman by Gioconda Belli, Translated by Kathleen March)

Faiz Ahmad Faiz on Dictatorships

Three Voices

By Faiz Ahmad Faiz



Come, let us rejoice!
Today is the festival of the death and all hope, Humanity is buried once and for all
Compassion has fled to the dark hills.
The graveyards are full.
I have set you free
From the bondage of night and day.
The splendour of dawn is not for you.
Sleep will bring you no comfort.

I have subjugated all freedom loving eyes
With my sword.
I have Strangled every aspiration.
No more will the boughs bend with blossoms.
Spring will writhe i the fire of Nimrod.
Never again will the pearly rain fall.
Clouds will be made of thorns and straw. I owe allegiance to a new creed.
My laws are different.
my code is unique.

The pious bow before abominable idols.
The tall kiss the feet of clay pygmies.
On earth the doors of devotion
Have been closed
And in heaven the gates of benediction



Night is the harbinger of pain
And the dawning day its maturity.
At noon every vein burst with agony
And sunset appears the demon of fear.
Was this what you destined for me?
O God! This repetitive horror of night and day.
This never ending restless journey of my life.
Not even an iota of happiness.
They say that cruelty pleases you
And injustice is not possible without your consent
If this is true, should I deny your justice?
Should I listen to them
Or should I believe in you?

Voice from the unknown


Warn all those in authority
To hold fast to their book of deeds.
When the masses surge into the streets
Crying for vengeance,
All appeals for mercy –
All blubbering excuses –
Will be spurned aside.
Patrons and influential friends will be of no use.
Reward and punishment will be dispensed here.
Here will be hell and paradise.
Here and now will be the day of judgment.

The Power of Fiction and Why it Matters

Mario Vargas Llosa, a Peruvian Nobel Prize in Literature laureate cares to offer an in depth insight into what a fictional novel is, and why it is needed. Other than the needs, he also points out why it could be perceived dangerous by state and religion. Oiginally written in Spanish, the English translation titled Is Art the Fiction of Living? by Toby Talbot was featured in The New York Times on October 7, 1984.

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