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 1. Postcolonial literature often addresses the problems and consequences of thedecolonization of a country, especially questions relating to the political and culturalindependence of formerly subjugated people, and themes such as racialism andcolonialism. A range of literary theories has evolved around the subject. It addresses therole of literature in perpetuating and challenging what

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 Anglo Normans is the age that laid the foundation of literature that is used by the later writers. The Bible was translated during this period and several reforming movements also started in the era of Anglo Normans.Here is a video about the period.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_pOGUgjWSkRegardsDeepak

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Geetanjali Shree's Tomb of Sand is one of that historical and groundbreaking novel that is nomnated for the Booker Prize for the year 2022. It is first of its type: a novel first published in Hindi and then translated into English. Thus it is one of those rare and also the first Hindi novel to achieve this fame. My review of the novel is as followshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=

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By Bijay Kant Dubey  A Rain of Rites by Jayanta Mahapatra opening with the first poem named Dawn and continues on with the poems, as thus, Village, Old Places, These Women, A Missing Person, Samsara, Five Indian Songs, A Rain of Rites, A Rain, The Exile, Listening, Summer, Ceremony, Main Temple Street, Puri, The Whorehouse in a Calcutta Street, The Sentence, A Twilight Poem, Appearances

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By Bijay Kant DubeyThe pages of world historyAre smeared and smudged with bloodstainsAnd it is but a study in warfare and invasion,Bloodshed, violence and annexationAnd Ukraine can be no exception to that. They Will Finish It Ukraine  I am but sure of,They will not let it liveIf this could be the bombardment and hostility towards,Can they not discern it warmongering tendency?Can

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Dayachand Mayna is one of the most robbed poet of Haryana. Several of his poems are stolen by several editors and later published in the books of other poets, i.e., Meharsingh.The below article is perhaps first attempt&

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By: Bijay Kant DubeyIn a world today, where a lot has taken place, a lot has changed, how to write poetry of humanity sometimes engages us as and when we think about or sit to write, taking poetry as world matter, humanistic concern, ecological issue, existential search, age-wise zeitgist, holistic healing, meditational solace, sensational stuff, text messaging, photographic reflection,

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 The period between 1879 to 1837 is most crucial for the students of English Literature. The value of this period can be judged by the fact that at least 5 questions are expected from section, if examined from UGC-NET perspective.While preparing for exam, students ignored several of important points. They focus more on popular facts and left some less popular topic untouched.in the

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 I took her to a cinema, we sawThe lovers kiss, we saw the jealous manWith subtle comradeship upset their planAnd how their love compelled him to withdraw.----Nissim Ezekiel in the poem ‘An Affair’ from A Time To Change collection(Nissim Ezekiel, Collected Poems, Oxford University Press, New Delhi, Third impression, 2007, p. 11)Between the acts of wedded loveA quieter passion flows,Which

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By: Bijay Kant Dubey Civilisation is hooped together, broughtUnder a rule, under the semblance of peaceBy manifold illusion; but man’s life is thought,And he, despite his terror, cannot ceaseRavening through century after century,Ravening, raging, and uprooting that he may comeInto the desolation of reality:Egypt and Greece, good-bye, and good-bye, Rome!  Hermits upon Mount Meru or Everest

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Subscribe to our YOUTUBE Channel [LINK]Romantic Age is most important age from the UGC NET prespective. At least, five questions are expected from it.  The period which start with the French Revolution (1789) or the publication of Lyrical Ballads (1798) is known as the romantic movement—which Victor Hugo calls “liberalism in literature”—is simply the expression of life as seen by

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AM Klien's "Indian Reservation Caughnawaga" is a poem that criticised the modernity and colonial mindset of White.  It emphasis on losing culture of tribles. There are several things which this poem has to critise the colonial power.Click on the video below [LINK]https://youtu.be/m86LOwJumgc

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YouTubeI have started a YouTube Channel for the lovers of English Literature.The aim of channel is prepare students for UGC-NET English and also for the PhD English entrance exam(s).Kindly join by clicking the link [LINK] or click belowhttps://youtube.com/channel/UCLascoKCr3QVMop5_T07LhAThere are some Vidoes on UGC-NET, English LiteratureBasic Books for UGC-NET English, Part 1 [LINK]How to

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The Poet as a Faded Romantic and his poetry − A Study in Faded Romanticism“But residues of meaning still remain,As darkest myths meander through the painTowards a final formula of light.I, too, reject that clarity of sight:What cannot be explained, do not explain.The mundane language of the senses singsIts own interpretations. Common thingsBecome, by virtue of their commonness,An argument against

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 By Bijay Kant Dubey It is a fact that one cannot discern and dislodge the cultural stuff, so is the case, as because even if we want to be impersonal, it is bound to reflect the racial, archetypal and territorial stuffs. Myths and motifs are a part of our life. One cannot so easily the legacy of thought and idea, the historical past and the hinge of the cultural heritage. The psyche is

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 By: Bijay Kant DubeyWhat the others have left he seems to be describing, taking up for an evaluation, a re-evaluation  as for what did we promise at the time of the attainment of freedom and what we got, how have we stood up to the promises made and pledged? Now the time for realization has come, the time for re-assessment. The tales of freedom, who to tell it? The situation is just

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By: Bijay Kant Dubey  Small Towns And The River by Mamang Dai is a poem of Arunchal pradesh where she was born, of Shillong, Meghalaya where she read it, did her schooloing from, of Assam where her graduation with English Honours from Gauhati Universty and it all telling of the cartography and topgraphy of the Northeast of India indirectly, how it was in the past, how it is now, how the

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 By: Bijay Kant DubeyRelationship, The First Volume of Indian English Poetry To Fetch Jayanta Mahapatra The Sahitya Akademi Award For 1981 Relationship is the first volume of Indian English poetry writing to fetch Jayanta Mahapatra the award for creative writing in poetry and he is the first Indian English poet to be awarded with it. But to discuss it is to know about the institution of the

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 BY: Bijay Kant Dubey I passed along the water’s edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees, My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase Each other round in circles, and heard the eldest speak: Who holds the world between His bill and made us strong or weak Is an

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By: Bijay Kant DubeyWeavers, weaving at break of day,Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,We weave the robes of a new-born child.Weavers, weaving at fall of night,Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . .Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.Weavers, weaving solemn and still,What do you weave in the moonlight

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By: Bijay Kant DubeyWhose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.   My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.   He

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By: Bijay Kant DubeyLight, endless Light! darkness has room no more,Life’s ignorant gulfs give up their secrecy:The huge inconscient depths unplumbed beforeLie glimmering in vast expectancy.Light, timeless Light immutable and apart!The holy sealed mysterious doors unclose.Light, burning Light from the Infinite’s diamond heartQuivers in my heart where blooms the deathless rose.Light in its rapture

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By: Bijay Kant Dubey  Songs of Radha puts it, how the states of the heart pulsating with, how the manna, inner mind, mood and heart of Radha at variance with from time to time; how the heartbeat, the heartthrob of a beloved waiting for a lover which but happens it in love? How loverly, divine and mundane is this feeling of love! How this drama of love? How this burning in love! What in it

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By: Bijay Kant Dubey   I carried my curds to the Mathura fair …How softly the heifers were lowing …I wanted to cry, “Who will buyThese curds that are white as the clouds in the skyWhen the breezes of shrawan are blowing?”But my heart was so full of your beauty, Beloved,They laughed as I cried without knowing:Govinda! Govinda!Govinda! Govinda!How softly the river was flowing! I carried my

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By: Bijay Kant Dubey I do not know it nor can say to if anybody in English wrote such a poem of a mythical debate and discussion centring round human psyche and its chastity, feminine sensibility and its thinking, the notion of keeping of heart and soul dedicated and devoted with full loyalty banishing infidelity and toeing along the classical lines. The purity of heart, thought and idea how did

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