Guns, bombs mines and tortures Form its massive sound But, within its power, within its might And within its fearful threats Peace is not to be found If we kill people, 枪支、炸弹、地雷与酷刑 惊天动地 但 在其力量中 在其威力中 在其骇人的威胁中 我们无法觅得和平 如果我们杀人, with whom...
Who is to say how long his time on earth was to stay May you find peace And to all of us, may we all find peace, and yes, with us, there is a chance for us all to find peace on earth.
Do something worthy while you are young, for youth does not stay long. Meng Jiao (751-814), poet of the Tang Dynasty 【青春不是年华,而是心境】 Youth– A Poem by Samuel Ullman 青春——塞缪尔·厄尔曼(王佐良 译) Youth is not a time of life; it is ...
This is very similar to how the main character in the poem “Peace” by George Herbert had extreme difficulty finding peace at first as he was unable to search deep enough and let the hostility wear away. The real tipping point in the novel is when Gene breaks the branch in the tree ...
Lin Yutang 林语堂 I think that, from abiologicalstandpoint, human life almostreads like a poem. 我以为,从生物学角度看,人的一生恰如诗歌。 It has its ownrhythm and beat, its internal cycles ofgrowth and decay. 人生自有其韵律和节奏,自有内在的生...
Human Life a PoemI think that, from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay. It begins with innocent chil
Prayers of Peace by Raymond A. Foss - Prayers for peace rose up in many tongues from the congregation gathered round a new pole hewn by parishioner hands
A Poem for Joan Kramer Posted onJuly 1, 2017byPoetic Justice In memory of our friend and dearest warrior Joan Kramer – may we all fight the good fight till the very end. Tribute to the Warriors Dark, deceitful, dreadful The war continues. ...
"My father, Time, is weak and grey With waiting for a better day; See how idiot-like he stands, Fumbling with his palsied hands! XXIV. "He has had child after child, And the dust of death is piled Over every one but me-- Misery! oh, Misery!" ...
Human Life a Poem 人生如诗 I think that, from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay. It begins with innocent childhood, followed by awk...