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Main text of all poems included in “Introduction to Poetry” course in the syllabus of First Year of Department of English, National University, Bangladesh.

Student life in National University of Bangladesh especially, the students who has chosen English literature as their subject, is beset with various troubles. One of them is not getting studying resources easily available. In the beginning of new academic year, we all feel interested toward the new texts of new class. Unfortunately, it’s often takes some time to avail new books at hand. And the more the time prolongs, the more we lose our interest and passion for new text.

So I’ve decided to post all text from syllabus of all four years. I can’t post all text within a night. So it’ll take time and I plead your patience. In the first phrase I’ll be posting all poems included in the first year syllabus of ‘Introduction to Poetry’.

Introduction to Poetry (First Year)

Here is all the 15 poems included in first year syllabus (effective from session 2009-10) Department of English, National University, Bangladesh. Those poems primarily intends introducing student with English poetry from various ages and poets. Click any of the poems to read it. Note that, I’ve only posted main text of the poems. Word meaning, annotation, paraphrase and other materials like questions, answers etc. will be added soon. 

Collection of all fifteen poem included First years in Dept. of English, National university of Bangladesh for the course "Introduction to Poetry"

'Ode on the Lungi' by Kaiser Haq

Ode on the Lungi by Kaiser Haq is the only poem from any Bangladeshi writer included in the first year syllabus. Student are to study the poem as a part of their 'Introduction to Poetry' course. In the poem Professor Dr. Kaiser M. H. Haq appreciate lungi for it's worldwide familiarity, utility and effectiveness as a popular dress. He urges it's equal regard like other regular dresses.


Ode on the Lungi

by Kaiser Haq

Grandpa Walt, allow me to share my thoughts
with you, if only because every time
I read “Passage to India” and come across
the phrase “passage to more than India”
I fancy, anachronistically, that you wanted
to overshoot the target
by a shadow line
and land in Bangladesh

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot
about sartorial equality
How far we are from
this democratic ideal!
And how hypocritical!
“All clothes have equal rights” –
this nobody will deny
and yet, some obviously
are more equal than others
No, I’m not complaining about
the jacket and tie
required in certain places –
that, like fancy dress parties,
is in the spirit of a game

I'm talking of something more fundamental
Hundreds of millions
from East Africa to Indonesia
wear the lungi, also known variously
as the sarong, munda, htamain, saaram,
ma’awaiis, kitenge. kanga. kaiki
They wear it day in day out,
indoors and out
Just think –
at any one moment
there are more people in lungis
than the population of the USA
Now try wearing one
to a White House appointment –
not even you. Grandpa Walt,
laureate of democracy,
will make it in
You would if you
affected a kilt –
but a lungi? No way.
But why? – this is the question
I ask all to ponder

Is it a clash of civilisations?
The sheer illogicality of it –
the kilt is with “us”
but the lungi is with “them!”

Think too of neo-imperialism
and sartorial hegemony,
how brown and yellow sahibs
in natty suits crinkle their noses
at compatriots (even relations)
in modest lungis,
exceptions only proving the rule:
Sri Lanka, where designer lungis
are party wear, or Myanmar
where political honchos
queue up in lungis
to receive visiting dignitaries
But then, Myanmar dozes
behind a cane curtain,
a half pariah among nations
Wait till it’s globalised:
Savile Row will acquire
a fresh crop of patrons

Hegemony invades private space
as well: my cousin in America
would get home from work
and lounge in a lungi –
till his son grew ashamed
of dad and started hiding
the “ridiculous ethnic attire”

It’s all too depressing
But I won’t leave it at that
The situation is desperate
Something needs to be done
I’ve decided not to
take it lying down
The next time someone insinuates
that I live in an Ivory Tower
I’ll proudly proclaim
Friends and fellow lungi lovers,
let us organise lungi parties and lungi parades,
let us lobby Hallmark and Archies
to introduce an international Lungi Day
when the UN Chief will wear a lungi
and address the world

Grandpa Walt, I celebrate my lungi
and sing my lungi
and what I wear
you shall wear
It’s time you finally made your passage
to more than India – to Bangladesh –
and lounging in a lungi
in a cottage on Cox’s Bazar beach
(the longest in the world, we proudly claim)
watched 28 young men in lungis bathing in the sea

But what is this thing
(my learned friends,
I’m alluding to Beau Brummell)
I repeat, what is this thing
I’m going on about?
A rectangular cloth,
White, coloured, check or plaid,
roughly 45X80 inches,
halved lengthwise
and stitched
to make a tube
you can get into
and fasten in a slipknot
around the waist –
One size fits all
and should you pick up dirt
say on your seat
you can simply turn it inside out

When you are out of it
the lungi can be folded up
like a scarf

Worn out it has its uses –
as dish rag or floor wipe
or material for a kantha quilt

Or you can let your imagination
play with the textile tube
to illustrate the superstrings
of the “Theory of Everything”
(vide, the book of this title
by the venerable Stephen Hawking)

Coming back to basics,
the lungi is an elaborate fig-leaf,
the foundation of propriety
in ordinary mortals
Most of the year, when barebodied
is cool, you can lead a decent life
with only a couple of lungis,
dipping in pond or river
or swimming in a lungi
abbreviated into a G-string,
then changing into the other one
Under the hot sun
a lungi can become
Arab-style headgear
or Sikh-style turban
Come chilly weather
the spare lungi can be
an improvised poncho
The lungi as G-string
can be worn to wrestle
or play kabaddi
but on football or cricket field
or wading through the monsoon
it’s folded vertically
and kilted at the knee

In short
the lungi is a complete wardrobe
for anyone interested:
an emblem of egalitarianism,
symbol of global left-outs
Raised and flapped amidst laughter
It’s the subaltern speaking

And more:
when romance strikes, the lungi
is a sleeping bag for two:
a book of poems, a bottle of hooch
and your beloved inside your lungi –
there’s paradise for you

If your luck runs out
and the monsoon turns into
a biblical deluge
just get in the water and hand-pump
air to balloon up your lungi –
now your humble ark

When you find shelter
on a treetop
take it off',
rinse it,
hold it aloft –
flag of your indisposition –
and wave it at the useless stars

‘Snake’ by D. H. Lawrence

by D. H. Lawrence

A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.

In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of
the stone trough

Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth (From Collection of Fifteen Poems of "introduction to Poetry" course of First year.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

No Second Troy by William Butler Yeats

No Second Troy
by William Butler Yeats

WHY should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?

‘How Do I Love Thee?’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

OZYMANDIAS by Percy Bysshe Shelley (from 'Introduction to Poetry' course of First years hons. English Literature, National Univeristy of Bangladesh)

Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.


by Robert Herrick

A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness :
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction :
An erring lace which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher :
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly :
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat :
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility :
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

The poem ‘ Stopping By Woods on a   Snowy Evening’ is considered one of the best poems of Robert Frost. It’s included in the 4 credit course “Introduction to poetry”. It’s one of the best poems both by lucidity of language and significant of meaning included in first year.


Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost

Whose 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 gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Because I could not stop for death by Emily Dickinson (from first year, introduction to poetry, department of English, national university, Bangladesh.

Because I could not stop for death

by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

Pike by Ted Hughes (from first year, introduction to poetry, department of English, national university, Bangladesh.

The poem ‘Pike' by Ted Hughes is one of the fifteen poems form ‘Introduction to Poetry’ course of First year. The poem is one of the specimen of modern poetry that has been included in first year syllabus of first year, national university Bangladesh.

Ted Hughes

Pike, three inches long, perfect
Pike in all parts, green tigering the gold.
Killers from the egg: the malevolent aged grin.
They dance on the surface among the flies.

Or move, stunned by their own grandeur,
Over a bed of emerald, silhouette

THE GOOD-MORROW by John Donne (from first year, introduction to poetry, department of English, national university, Bangladesh.

The poem ‘The Good Morrow’ is a representative of Metaphysical poetry included if first year syllabus. It’s the only poem form John Donne or Metaphysical in “Introduction to Poetry Course’. Here is the Main Text of the poem. Supporting material like word meaning, paraphrase, questions and answers will be added soon to aid better comprehension of the poem.

by John Donne

I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

To Autumn by John Keats (included in First Year in Dept. of English Literature under National University, Bangladesh)

Introduction to Poetry (First Year, Department of English, National University, Bangladesh: To Autumn by John Keats (From Fifteen Poems) 

The poem ‘To Autumn’ is one of the fifteen poem included in the syllabus of Dept. of English, National University, Bangladesh. Students read it as a part of their ‘Introduction To Poetry’: 4 credit course. This is the only poem of John Keats in First Year. The poem mainly resembles Keats most known side: his Sensuousness.

the poem is as follows:

To Autumn
John Keats. 1795–1821

SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,

‘Sonnet 18’ or ‘Shall I compare thee’ by William Shakespeare

Shall I Compere Thee or Sonnet 18 is one of the fifteen poems included in 'Introduction to Poetry' course in 4 year Hons. Syllabus of Department of English of National University, Bangladesh. 

The poem's been included mainly to introduce students with Shakespeare's poetry. It's one of the best specimen of Shakespearean Sonnet. To understand Shakespeare in upcoming years (ie. second yeare, third year etc)  proper comprehension of the  poem is very important.

the poetry is as follows:

Shall I Compare Thee Or Sonnet 18
by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:

‘Aunt Jennifer's Tigers’ by Adrienne Rich

Aunt Jennifer's Tigers

by Adrienne Rich

Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.
Aunt Jennifer's finger fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncle's wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer's hand.
When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.

Second years honours syllabus (effective form session 2009-2010) for national university Bangladesh.

This post provides an in page syllabus (effective form session 2009-10) Honours 2nd year, Dept. of English, National University, Bangladesh. If you want this syllabus in pdf format download it form here.

National University  
Subject: English Syllabus for Four Year B. A Honours Course
Effective from the Session: 2009-2010
Year wise courses and marks distribution
Second Year
Course Code Course Title   Marks Credits

Introduction to Drama 100 4

Romantic Poetry 100
Advanced Reading and Writing
Sociology of Bangladesh 
Bangladesh Society and Culture
Political Organisation and The Political System of UK and USA