Rtasamhara And West Wind Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Like elephants' ears, sang Kalidasa
About rain-clouds during rainy season:
Rarely have I seen dark clouds on the sky
Like the elephants, but I read the canto every monsoon.

Shelley writes of fierce Maenads
And for long I have recited Ode to West Wind,
Without knowing how a maenad looks,
Nor what is compared: what force and flow, though!

Teachers and parents and some critics
Have such abiding, magical influence on us,
We fall for the effect they produce on us,
Even when words are not fit, not understood..

Favorite poetry matters, and how: it flows in
And glows, and takes root, and keeps
Growing, growing till it becomes a part
Of yourself your nerves, muscles, self.