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Night prawns on our hope and belongings,
And left us hopeless and stranded.
New dawn renews our hope,
And makes all new and beautiful.
I am an alien
I live in a world where aggression and brutality are the codes
The people of this world find fun in watching people slowly lose their breath
Piol Tiek John
A book which needs to be written is one dealing
with the childhood of authors. It would be
not only interesting, but instructive; not merely
profitable in a general way, but practical in a
To A Black Gin
Daughter of Eve, draw nearâ??I would behold thee.
Good Heavens! Could ever arm of man enfold thee?
Did the same Nature that made Phryne mould thee?
James Brunton Stephens
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages
- is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E.
coast of Cape Ann, Massachusetts. Salvages is pronounced
to rhyme with assuages. Groaner: a whistling buoy.)
T. S. Eliot
Oblivion, what is oblivion?
It's a denial, a lack, a limitation?
Or maybe is the time punishment
To cross over us painless.
An Exhortation To Gentleness
You who are strong, and do not know the need
That weaker spirits feel, but do not plead -Â
The need to lean on someone who is strong -
Oh! see you give their silent want good heed.
Alice Duer Miller
(_Epilogue to 'The Two Poets of Croisic.'_)
What a pretty tale you told me
Once upon a time
Poems - The New Edition - Preface
In two small volumes of Poems, published anonymously, one in 1849, the other in 1852, many of the Poems which compose the present volume have already appeared. The rest are now published for the first time.
I have, in the present collection, omitted the Poem from which the volume published in 1852 took its title. I have done so, not because the subject of it was a Sicilian Greek born between two and three thousand years ago, although many persons would think this a sufficient reason. Neither have I done so because I had, in my own opinion, failed in the delineation which I intended to effect. I intended to delineate the feelings of one of the last of the Greek religious philosophers, one of the family of Orpheus and Musaeus, having survived his fellows, living on into a time when the habits of Greek thought and feeling had begun fast to change, character to dwindle, the influence of the Sophists to prevail. Into the feelings of a man so situated there entered much that we are accustomed to consider as exclusively modern; how much, the fragments of Empedocles himself which remain to us are sufficient at least to indicate. What those who are familiar only with the great monuments of early Greek genius suppose to be its exclusive characteristics, have disappeared; the calm, the cheerfulness, the disinterested objectivity have disappeared: the dialogue of the mind with itself has commenced; modern problems have presented themselves; we hear already the doubts, we witness the discouragement, of Hamlet and of Faust.
Eureka - A Prose Poem (an Essay On The Material And Spiritual Universe)
It is with humility really unassumed, it is with a sentiment even of awe, that I pen the opening sentence of this work: for of all conceivable subjects I approach the reader with the most solemn, the most comprehensive, the most difficult, the most august.
What terms shall I find sufficiently simple in their sublimity -- sufficiently sublime in their simplicity, for the mere enunciation of my theme?
Edgar Allan Poe
DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.
JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.
LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.
An Account Of The Poem Games
In the summer of 1916 in the parlor of Mrs. William Vaughn Moody;
and in the following winter in the Chicago Little Theatre,
under the auspices of Poetry, A Magazine of Verse; and in Mandel Hall,
the University of Chicago, under the auspices of the Senior Class,-
Like some school master, kind in being stern,
Who hears the children crying oâ??er their slates
And calling, â??Help me master! â? yet helps not,
Since in his silence and refusal lies
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
English Writers On America - Prose
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation, rousting herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her endazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam.
- MILTON ON THE LIBERTY OF THE PRESS.
Let the boy have his will! I tell thee, brother,
We treat these little ones too much like flowers,
Training them, in blind selfishness, to deck
Sticks of our poor setting, when they might,
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs
and sauntered off the beaches into forests
working up some irregular verbs for their
first conversation, so three-year-old children
My father was a scholar and knew Greek.
When I was five years old, I asked him once
"What do you read about?"
"The siege of Troy."
The little town, as I recall it, was of just enough dignity and dearth of the same to be an ordinary county seat in Indiana - "The Grand Old Hoosier State," as it was used to being howlingly referred to by the forensic stump orator from the old stand in the courthouse yard - a political campaign being the wildest delight that Zekesbury might ever hope to call its own.
Through years the fitful happenings of the town and its vicinity went on the same - the same! Annually about one circus ventured in, and vanished, and was gone, even as a passing trumpet-blast; the usual rainy-season swelled the "Crick," the driftage choking at "the covered bridge," and backing water till the old road looked amphibious; and crowds of curious townsfolk straggled down to look upon the watery wonder, and lean awe-struck above it, and spit in it, and turn mutely home again.
James Whitcomb Riley
Can you imagine how serene, how cool and freezy the atmosphere was afore time
Out of the six days our creator set aside to mould for us the environment
I saw the the city moving towards the development. Now from corniche I see is huge progress of infrastructural development of Sky lines Advanced technology After almost 12 decades of living there I found this country different I was in fear that maybe , there would be Taxes or maybe there would be situation where expatriates would face discrimination or maybe the life of expatriates will be made hell like the neighbouring countries did But to the surprise, although there were tough times like recessions there was never been partiality with expatriates.
The Washington Memorial Ode
Certain events, like architects, build up
Viewless cathedrals, in whose aisles the cup
Of some impressive sacrament is kist -
Where thankful nations taste the Eucharist.
James Barron Hope
I Was Called To Say Something
I was called to say something
In a public town hall meeting, in the absence of the guest speaker. On hearing my name, and getting to the podium, my heart was beating
fast. What do i do? What do i say? Was all i'm Thinking.. No topic in the heart 'cos i never prepare. Still nothing to talk about.. All I heard were the idea of echoing voices, coming from the air. Tried so hard to grab one, to be my best speech of the year. I almost cried out, but I
controlled myself, blaming the MC for not treating me fair. Everyone was watching me, and I was watching back as well. Thank God, some thing came up to, my mind and i started like this.. If i'm to become a Nigerian president one day, Firstly, i'm gonna make sure, i put love of Nigeria in the heart of every Nigerian. Secondly, to make sure, we have two party system of government, instead of plenty. Thirdly, to bring back our former system of government, culture and kick out democracy. Fourthly, to adopt Russia/China's constitution, for the betterment of our country. fifthly, to make sure, every Nigerian is carried along, by participating in the country's development. Furthermore, to bring what's far to us, closer. More so, to bring back again, some of our paper note coins. Moreover, to make our citizens, abide by the law and order, for
A Perfect Kind
A baby, they called him, the seed of youth.
They toiled and planted him in the field of Truth.
He strived for the perfection of his body and mind.
She wanted to mould him into their perfect kind.
Work In Progress
Two Chinese fellows approached me in a London suburb.
They were eager for talk.
"Karl Marx's tomb," they implored, "directions to the tomb,
Paul Cameron Brown
In Lola Schaefer's studio in the Tower,
Tea being served to painters, poets, singers,
Herr Ludwig Haibt, a none too welcome guest,
Of vital body, brisk, too loud of voice,
Edgar Lee Masters
Automobile Soft Legs
"The world's smallest painting ... Our Beautiful Canada was painted with a single hair and the aid of a microscope. The artist considers his price of seven million dollars not too high."
The Globe and Mail, January 25, 1979.
Paul Cameron Brown
No personal; a God divinely crowned
With gold and raised upon a golden throne
Deep in a golden glory, whence he nods
Man this or that, and little more than man!
Madison Julius Cawein
The Fallen Temple
Blind soldiers praised for their saving power, not that our red temple is that beautiful; we reward the minor and condemn the major,
Like an extinguished fire we have corrupted our minds and dejected our spirits.
Our temple built of bricks and metal roofs from far looks like a bourgeoisies' cemetry, it portrays our quick relief on development, a lace to our ailing society.
The Power Of Black
THE POWER OF BLACK.
Out of the burns of the yellowish, circular ,light ;black colour has come to existence.
"We could have been like the colour of the sun", says the black man," but the sun chose to burn us instead of dominating its colour onto us".
Black men have suffered the dominating power of the whites.
I wrote a letter to a wise old man in a penitentiary,
Asking him why has society become a bandwagon of negativity,
He wrote me back saying that's one of the many questions that has lost their answers,