Day 20

sometimes snow

sometimes hail

edinburgh awaits

springtime

soon, soon

Day 15

edinburgh

how she looks

her very best

with the wind

the rain

the sleet

Day 7

what is it

that makes the

sung hang low

and

the moon soar

X... is for Xenophobia

Two of the novels I'm required to read are British fiction from the time when 'the sun never set on the British empire'. This was the time when the British colonised so much of the world. The British left India with many good things. To be fair, most of it we have managed to destroy since our independence. It won't be long before we lose our cultures and don't adopt any other better culture! Anyway, that's a rant for another day.
So these two novels, namely Heart of Darkness and A Passage to India are set in the British colonies in Africa and India, respectively. The amount of racism and xenophobia is astounding. Here are the British, trying to control and rule through hate. Of course, it is all fiction, but these tales were inspired by the authors' experiences and that's quite something. That might have been one of the reasons for their failure, trying to bring everyone under the system that they believed was right. It should have been propagated with a little more love, but I can imagine how tortured they must have been in the heat! It's 41 degree Celsius here today! 

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This is the twenty-fourth post for the April A-to-Z Blogging Challenge 2014.
Previously, Archaism, British literature, Critical Analysis, Drama, Edinburgh, Faust, Gothic Fiction, Humour, Interpretation, Journalling, Keats, Language, Metaphysical Poetry, Narration, Ode, Papillion(ed), Quatrain, Romanticism, Shakespeare, Tone, University, Victorian Literature, Wilde's Wit

O... is for Ode

Poems that are dedicated to things and people and love are so beautiful, aren't they? They fill me with joy and a deeper understanding of the things we often miss...
From Ode to Autumn, these lines
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.

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This is the fifteenth post for the April A-to-Z Blogging Challenge 2014.
Previously, Archaism, British literature, Critical Analysis, Drama, Edinburgh, Faust, Gothic Fiction, Humour, Interpretation, Journalling, Keats, Language, Metaphysical Poetry, Narration