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O sweet spontaneous, by e.e. cummings
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By: ee. cummings (1894-1962). Earth how often have. Has the naughty thumb. Often have religions taken. Thee upon their scraggy knees. Buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive. Couch of death thy. O sweet spontaneous was originally published in The Dial. Volume LXVIII, Number 5 (May 1920). New York: The Dial Publishing Company, Inc. MORE POEMS BY E.E. CUMMINGS. A bibliography of the works of e.e. cummings. Purchase books by e.e. cummings. BROWSE THE POETRY ARCHIVE:. Middot; 2002 Poetry-Archive.com.
The Moon, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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By: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822). ND, like a dying lady lean and pale,. Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,. Out of her chamber, led by the insane. And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,. The moon arose up in the murky east. A white and shapeless mass. Art thou pale for weariness. Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,. Among the stars that have a different birth,. And ever changing, like a joyless eye. That finds no object worth its constancy? MORE POEMS BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
O Death, Rock Me Asleep - by Anne Boleyn?
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O DEATH, ROCK ME ASLEEP. DEATH, rock me asleep,. Bring me to quiet rest,. Let pass my weary guiltless ghost. Out of my careful breast. Toll on, thou passing bell;. Ring out my doleful knell;. Let thy sound my death tell. Death doth draw nigh;. There is no remedy. My pains who can express? Alas, they are so strong;. My dolour will not suffer strength. My life for to prolong. Toll on, thou passing bell;. Ring out my doleful knell;. Let thy sound my death tell. Death doth draw nigh;. There is no remedy.
A Late Walk, by Robert Frost
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By: Robert Frost (1874-1963). HEN I go up through the mowing field,. The headless aftermath,. Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,. Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground,. The whir of sober birds. Up from the tangle of withered weeds. Is sadder than any words. A tree beside the wall stands bare,. But a leaf that lingered brown,. Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,. Comes softly rattling down. I end not far from my going forth. By picking the faded blue.
The Song of Wandering Aengus, by W.B. Yeats
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THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS. By: WB. Yeats. WENT out to the hazel wood,. Because a fire was in my head,. And cut and peeled a hazel wand,. And hooked a berry to a thread;. And when white moths were on the wing,. And moth-like stars were flickering out,. I dropped the berry in a stream. And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor. I went to blow the fire a-flame,. But something rustled on the floor,. And some one called me by my name:. It had become a glimmering girl.
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Walt Whitman: Song of Myself
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To link to this poem, put the URL below into your page:. A href="http:/ www.daypoems.net/poems/1900.html" Song of Myself by Walt Whitman /a. The DayPoems Poetry Collection. Click on the bonsai for the next poem. Click to submit poems to DayPoems, comment on DayPoems or a poem within, comment on other poetry sites, update links, or simply get in touch. DayPoems Forum. Walt Whitman in Wikipedia. Shaw, Beth - Over the Rainbow. Jaà  ana's Poetry. Orr, Ted - Reflections and Poetry. Chronicles of a Sea Woman.
Places In Poetry: February 2009
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Saturday, 21 February 2009. Eltham Palace Woolwich Ferry. Down from the hill. Asks me to leave her ship. And narrow dead ends. Posted by angel of. Thursday, 19 February 2009. View From Normanton Church Rutland Water. I, a child. Made your death my own. To save you, from you. I've seen perfect fields. Past your dream of hills. Rope and lovely bridges. Flat canals, shored up. Fed crimson from Bosworth Field. Past the gym clothed. Trip me with their narrow thoughts. Pause, at St. Marys Church. Under a Silve...
Places In Poetry: Brighton
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Saturday, 7 March 2009. No stations south,. No further southern counties,. On High white shelves,. Worn Out in Flats,. From Clean White Collapses. I passed here years ago. In a world of wind and cloud'. These massive stairs,. Fields end spliced,. The rhyming unheard of. Above the sea's seathing. Edges slip uniformly,. The White Bird passes. The Isle of Wight then:. On Solent apron,. Lapped by waves,. Two beached craft still:. Not to enjoy summer. Enter in the hotel room. You took no notice'.
POETAS DO MUNDO: De volta: Poesia de todo o mundo, não nos abandones.
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Aos Poetas e Poemas do Mundo. Segunda-feira, 12 de abril de 2010. De volta: Poesia de todo o mundo, não nos abandones. Queridos leitores deste diário,. Depois de quase três anos sem nada publicado neste espaço, regresso hoje aos POETAS DO MUNDO. Na verdade nunca me afastei da poesia, apenas nada inseri. Foram várias as vicissitudes que levaram a que tal ocorresse, mas isso seria tema para outra conversa, que, por certo não seria tão interessante. Posted by Isaac Pereira. Oi, querido amigo dalém mar!
POETAS DO MUNDO: Um Haiku
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Aos Poetas e Poemas do Mundo. Segunda-feira, 19 de abril de 2010. Terra antiga, mãe do sol:. Tu és o ninho, a árvore, o pássaro. A sabedoria da Acrópole. Posted by Isaac Pereira. Subscrever: Enviar comentários (Atom). Das línguas. Da literatura em geral. Outros blogues. Literatura no British Council. O Corpus do Português. Today in Literature (inglês). Blogues e sítios de Poesia. Espólio de Fernando Pessoa. Primavera, Verão, Outono, Inverno.e Primavera. Editoras, "não bestiais,não celestiais".
POETAS DO MUNDO: Pensamento
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Aos Poetas e Poemas do Mundo. Quarta-feira, 2 de maio de 2007. Isaac Pereira.2007.Algures. A criança que eu fui não imaginava paisagens como esta. Posted by Isaac Pereira. Poesia é quando uma emoção encontra seu pensamento e o pensamento encontra palavras.". Um doce beijo me trouxe à tua porta. Em súbita viagem de vertigem e descoberta. Atravessei o corpo liso das palavras, percebendo no ar o desenho de uma carícia. Agora queria ficar morando aqui. Mas estou de passagem. 15 de abril de 2008 às 14:14.
211 - New Syllabus
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COMM211, Fall 2009, ANNE FOX. 9 College Way, Room 110. Webpage: http:/ www.cofc.edu/ foxa. COMM211-001, 2-2:50pm, M, W, F, MBK110. TEXT: Gamble and Gamble, Oral Interpretation. In addition, you will need a small (5 1/2" X 8 1/2") black three-ring notebook, a one-hole punch, and a standard size two-pocket folder. This is a basic course designed to provide the opportunity to understand and interpret various forms of literature through analysis and performance. To learn listening skills. And a critique of o...
دانشجویان کارشناسی ارشد ادبیات انگلیسی بروجرد - One Minute with Poetry 9
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دانشجویان کارشناسی ارشد ادبیات انگلیسی بروجرد. دوشنبه 6 تیر 1390. One Minute with Poetry 9. نوشته شده توسط: leon. A Bolt from the blue. But it is true. We live to see. We breathe to feel. Every second brings us close to something. Every moment pulls us apart. Moments of Joy, Moments of Peace. Emotions felt, Grief released. Few are those who understand it true. Rest of us, just live in the blue. We have become uncontrollable to our own actions. Sometimes we fear while otherwise we have a. مرا بخاطر بسپار :.
دانشجویان کارشناسی ارشد ادبیات انگلیسی بروجرد - بعد از 4 سال
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دانشجویان کارشناسی ارشد ادبیات انگلیسی بروجرد. پنجشنبه 14 خرداد 1394. بعد از 4 سال. نوشته شده توسط: leon. بعد از 4 سال تصادفا اسم وبلاک وارد ذهنم شد و اون رو سرچ کردم تا بالاخره باز شد. یاد و خاطره دوسال خوبی ها و بدی ها یک لحظه جلوی چشمم رد شد. چه روزهایی بود که من و انجم تو این وبلاگ فعالیت میکردیم به همراه بقیه دوستان. یاد اون روزها بخیر. خیلی خبر از بچه ها ندارم ولی هر جا هستن. خوش و خرم باشند. یکشنبه 9 اسفند 1394 04:11 ب.ظ. ببخشید منم رشته ادبیات انگلیسی هستم. برا پروژه میتونم ازتون راهنمایی بخوام.
دانشجویان کارشناسی ارشد ادبیات انگلیسی بروجرد
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دانشجویان کارشناسی ارشد ادبیات انگلیسی بروجرد. پنجشنبه 14 خرداد 1394. بعد از 4 سال. نوشته شده توسط: leon. بعد از 4 سال تصادفا اسم وبلاک وارد ذهنم شد و اون رو سرچ کردم تا بالاخره باز شد. یاد و خاطره دوسال خوبی ها و بدی ها یک لحظه جلوی چشمم رد شد. چه روزهایی بود که من و انجم تو این وبلاگ فعالیت میکردیم به همراه بقیه دوستان. یاد اون روزها بخیر. خیلی خبر از بچه ها ندارم ولی هر جا هستن. خوش و خرم باشند. شنبه 7 بهمن 1391. نوشته شده توسط: آرزو نمدی. چهارشنبه 21 تیر 1391. نوشته شده توسط: آرزو نمدی. Let me move on.
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POETRY AND SONGS BY F. ELLSWORTH LOCKWOOD
POETRY AND SONGS BY F. ELLSWORTH LOCKWOOD. Poems, songs, songwriter, poet, poetry,lyrics. Sunday, April 05, 2015. He Comes: An Easter Poem by Frank Ellsworth Lockwood. 160;(An admittedly pedantic poem by. 160; Frank Ellsworth Lockwood, April 5, 2015). He comes. Jesus that is. . It has been claimed that every eye shall see him, flying an eagle. Or as was written. Every eye shall behold him. . But is this really true? Posted by Frank Ellsworth Lockwood. Links to this post. Monday, March 02, 2015. G) Know...
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Poetry - A Personal Choice. Have a look at some of my favourites. Friday, August 14, 2015. HENRY DUFF TRAILL 1842-1900. Can you recall an ode to June. Or lines to any river. In which you do not meet the "moon". And see the moonbeams "quiver"? I've heard such songs to many a tune. But never yet - no niver. Have I escaped that rhyme to "June". Or missed that rhyme to "river.". At times the bard from his refrain. A moment's respite snatches,. The while his over-cudgelled brain. At some new jingle catches;.
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The Hunter in the Snow. The over-all picture is winter. In the background the return. From the hunt it is toward evening. Sturdy hunters lead in. Their pack the inn-sign. Broken hinge is a stag a crucifix. Between his antlers the cold. Deserted but for a huge bonfire. That flares wind-driven tended by. About it to the right beyond. The hill is a pattern of skaters. Concerned with it all has chosen. A winter-struck bush for his. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pieter Brueghel, Hunters in the Snow (1565).
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Edward Hopper and the House by the Railroad. Out here in the exact middle of the day,. This strange, gawky house has the expression. Of someone being stared at, someone holding. His breath underwater, hushed and expectant;. This house is ashamed of itself, ashamed. Of its fantastic mansard rooftop. And its pseudo-Gothic porch, ashamed. Of its shoulders and large, awkward hands. But the man behind the easel is relentless. He is as brutal as sunlight, and believes. To the people who once lived here. Always...
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Across the street, the carpenter carries a golden. Board across one shoulder, much as he bears the burdens. Of his life. Dressed in white, his only weakness is. Temptation. Now he builds another wall to screen him. The little girl pursues her bad red ball, hits it once. With her blue racket, hits it once again. She must. Teach it the rules balls must follow and it turns her. Quite wild to see how it leers at her, then winks. The oriental couple wants always to dance like this:. Where the sun goes at nigh...
