Poetry 6 | English Literature | Anjana Rajeev T

Whispered stories, ancient ink,

A journey through English minds,

Words weaving worlds, endless connections,

A mēlange of thoughts, meticulously crafted.

Chaucer narrates a pilgrimage,

Common folks with tales to tell,

A reflection of the Middle Ages,

Where verse and prose began their dance.

Shakespeare, with his eager quill,

Molded our language with brilliance.

Tragedies, comedies,

Spawning endless daydreams.

The metaphysical poets, led by Donne,

Dived deep into the soul.

Complex ideas, raw emotions,

Unique in their heartfelt roles.

Jane Austen, with her refined touch,

Dances through manners and wit.

Her novels, a subtle painting,

A quiet depiction of social scenes.

The Romantics, untamed and free,

Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats in their revelry.

Nature's core, human struggles,

Verses soaring like an eagle's flight.

The Victorian era's power,

Dickens, the Brontës, stories ablaze.

Social upheaval, the industrial boom,

Explored in their profound narratives.

Modernists shattered old conventions,

In Woolf's streams, Joyce’s turbulent waves.

Fragmented forms, inner turmoil,

Mirroring chaotic times.

This lineage, rich and immense,

From Beowulf to contemporary texts,

A river flowing through the ages,

In every word, on every page.

For English literature's vast ocean,

Is more than just texts; it’s our shared essence.

In stories, poems, plays, and prose,

The human heart, eternally expanding.