B. A poem. C. An interview. D. An introduction. C There?s nothing quite like falling sound asleep after a full day of work. Like people,animals need to rest after working hard. Some animals sleep in water. Others dig holes under the ground. Some even sleep high in trees or under ...
David read a short French fable/poem about the fox who tricked the crow into dropping the cheese. I got Truc to read a Vietnamese lullaby. My mom read 黃鶴樓送孟浩然之廣陵 by Li Bai. Prinya Pinying read a Thai poem, Carlos Castellanos read something by Pablo Neruda. And maybe Nancy Di...
But, they liked my poem enough to include it in their anthology (诗选), Awaken to a Dream. I closed my eyes; I wanted to scream with happiness. I was going to be a published poet.All I had to do in order to be published was accept the terms and pay £45 (plus £5 p & ...
but I haven’t. ” Please tell me if you hate it. It’s a very short part of a very long poem. I’d love to know your opinion, and generally to have help realizing I’m not the only one dropping her back in alignment with the imagined stars at the back of her head. Sometimes...
Note: what happens if a Trans person also identifies as a lesbian? Seems as though that would be a man who identifies and dresses like a woman but still prefers intimate relations with women. Interesting. The author had then continued, slightly changing focus: ...
The poet Tennyson has a beautiful image of this kind of learning in his poem “Ulysses.” He writes: “I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’ Gleams that untravell’d world whose marg...
agood lucky with your new diet and lifestyle 好幸运以您新的饮食和生活方式[translate] a我是管理员,我是诗诗,欢迎你们来聚会 I am a manager, I am the poem poem, welcome you to get together[translate] abut Nothing is impossible but Nothing is impossible[translate]...
aBelieve the will of God that nothing happens in this world is accident.Everything will be clear one day. 相信什么都在这个世界不发生是事故上帝的意志。一切将是清楚的一天。[translate] a南希在哪个年级? Nancy in which grade?[translate]
My mode of operation was usually by writing a poem to explain where I was at that time in my life, but every time I even sat down to write something worth posting, I ended up with nothing but a few sentences that were sucked back in behind my backspace key. So here I sit… ...
Even there, we weren’t entirely safe. The fence was there to keep the tourists out; it did nothing whatsoever for the monkeys. They were everywhere in this part of the town: roaming the streets, lazing on the sidewalks, walking the power lines, even invading some of the ground-floor st...