My Journey Through Some British Poets. Poem by Subrata Ray

My Journey Through Some British Poets. by Ray Subrata

If I start from Shakespeare,
I see love be-fooling Time,
And I return to Avon with no rime.

In Milton, -the catharsis rests,
With relief of smokes from democratic chest.
And the vain glory of fantasy’s best!

Donne introduces love both in body and spirit,
‘Unification of sensibility’ substantiates his merit,

In my intake, Blake seems to be a true poet,
The forms and colors of Soul, -unifies his gate!

Shelly by virtue of his past birth,
Has installed his vision in this earth!

Wordsworth is more a sermon than a primrose,
Disillusion in love and revolution, come in prose.

Coleridge the frenzy incarnate, - haunts my being,
For what we all are, -is the supernatural thing.

Keats for beauty’s quest sends the senses into sleep,
And image wrought, for imaginary thought, he for art, reaped!

Arnold cries in wilderness for a vagabond’s mission,
And thinks Humanization, as the guardian of civilization.

Tennyson gets confused with the incessant striving of his age,
And the born artist in him turned into a spiritual vase.

Browning finds himself, as curator of a zoo,
And records the humor of each animal, as per psychic hue.