Lord Relator (born Willard Harris) wrote the "Gavaskar Calypso" to celebrate Gavaskar's first Test series, in West Indies in 1970–71. This was voted at No. 68 at a "Calypso of the Century" poll (although "Victory Calypso" did not feature in the list). [16] November Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran, Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare. She told him not to drink a drop of wineand gave him a cloak that would makehim invisible when the right time came. The youngest heard the branch breakand said, Oof! Who goes there?But the oldest said, Those arethe royal trumpets playing triumphantly.

Better to watch the streamthat flows across the floorand is made of sunlight,the forest made of shadows;better to watch the fireplacewhich is now a beach.

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They danced until morning and the sun came upnaked and angry and so they returnedby the same strange route.

The possible choices of poems that are also prayers are familiar and abundant. (Czeslaw Milosz’s “ Veni Creator” is one in which a contemporary sensibility is notably present.) Poems holding a dialogue between the self and a personified spirituality are similarly found in almost every tradition. They are especially visible in the work of contemporary American poets. Perhaps this is because a poem of two voices offers, by its inherent structure, not only the record of a transformation, but some haven for skepticism and doubt, even as it apparently resolves them. Here is how elemental it is. Still, today, I will sometimes be walking along on the road or driving somewhere, and I will be muttering under my breath the stream of consciousness monologue that I speak while batting. The entire monologue is an act of deep concentration, a game of trying to read the bowler, trying to predict his next move, trying to psyche myself up to deal with each ball bowled… Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. Having read most of them and understanding that when translated to English at the end of each poem they all were coming to the same conclusion and had the same sense of peace once you read each one. It shows how diversity can become one in poetry and we can share and understand each other completely. These "gates" are selections of different points of spiritual life and they represent something different.Plenty have sighed about the biscuit-tin jingoism of this work, which urged the soldiers of the Empire to “Play up, play up and play the game!” but it didn’t do the author any harm: he went on to become Controller of Propaganda in World War I. Many princes tried,each sitting outside the dormitory,the door ajar so he could observewhat enchantment came over the shoes. Nature Study (for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace)All the lizards are asleep--perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles,each milky lid a steamed-up window. And when she mentions nine gates, one is reminded that the human and animal bodies also have nine gates, or openings. The eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and the organs of procreation and elimination. Now, it may not have been her intent to indicate this line of reasoning, but such is poetry. Subject to a diverse array of meanings, peculiar to the individual reader.

Among the fiercest of spiritual poems are those of despair, separation, and longing for what is known to be absent. Such poems stand as proof that the dark night of the soul is universal. Especially stripped of consolation are Gerard Manley Hopkins’s “dark sonnets,” of which this is one: Twice a Week the Winter Thorough Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man's soul.It's a philosophy of life, of course,drinks fluorescent, whips of syntax in the airabove the heads -- how small they seem from here,the bobbing universal heads, stuffing the void with eloquence,and also tiny merciless dartsof truth. This Japanese poem not only has such imagery to it, but carries a larger meaning of the Buddhist Awakening. Stating that you wind something too tight nothing will be able to get in, no light, no wind, nothing. In Buddhism it is about feeling and living, so being wound too tight one does not allow themselves to feel emotions and let anything in which is what we need in our human lives.

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The Victory Calypso" also immortalised the spin bowling pair of Sonny Ramadhin and Alf Valentine. The calypso begins thus: Vultures in their shabby Sunday suitsfidget with broken umbrellas,while the ape beats his breastand yodels out repentance. The paralytic's wifewho takes her love to town,sitting on the bar stool,downing stingers and peanuts,singing "That ole Ace down in the hole,"would understand.