A road, walking for a long time, has no end; a poem, written for a long time, will not be perfect; a glass of water, a stone, reflects the infinite possibility, infinite life: it seems that the glass with the stone is full, but the sand and water can also be put in This is ...
Everyday life for Soldiers in the Trenches – Using artefacts as sources L/O To analyse a variety of primary source materials to build up an understanding of life in the trenches. WW1 Artefacts Describe the source What can it tell us about life in the Trenches? How useful is this source?
I tuck in the delinquent ends I wouldn’t want your spectacular end to be in vain. ©️2020 K Price Rate this: Posted inLife is travel,Life through the lens,Life through the pen|Taggedexistentialism,ktm,philosophy,photography,poetry,ridingpillion,travel,writing Notes from a KTM – Decembe...
William Hermanns : Life and Works - Home with Featured Poem P264 Ten words to the Creative Spirit and Gedicht G112 Die Seele, plus newest upload Poem P115 Being and new uploads announced. William Hermanns died 25 years ago on April 6, 1990 - may the Pri
From THE POEM OF A LIFE: A BIOGRAPHY OF LOUIS ZUKOFSKY An Ernster Mensch at Columbia (1920-1924) M Scroggins - 《Chicago Review》 被引量: 2发表: 2005年 Born Adventurer: The Life of Frank Bickerton, Antarctic Pioneer Louis Stevenson's "Treasure Island", served as a frontline trenches of...
It is as if my life depended on it Embarking on a mission is all fun and games until you find yourself in the trenches of a teenage… Luggage-Free Travel: Illuminating the Future of Exploration Could this work? I am known for getting lightbulb moments but this… Cotton on to cooling ...
perhaps not planned but still of a piece despite itself. It’s more like he has set out again and again to write the same poem from scratch, and each time let the inspiration of the moment carry him in different directions. I don’t think this book is a comic, but each individual pa...
(Excerpt from poem by Fadwa Tuqan ) HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY…and Month thisihumblyspeak The house phone rang. “Aren’t you going to get that?” I asked. “Nah, it’s not a number I recognize,” he said as he glanced at the cordless landline on the coffee table in the ...
As those reading this know, A Life Still has been still for quite a while, all but retired after having done its job of giving us space to chronicle and reflect on our parents’ illnesses and, four times over, their eventual deaths. But in the interim, Susan has been anything but still...
He liked his own company and staring into the middle distance with his pipe, the master’s son recalled*, and would recite chunks of Sir Walter Scott’s epic poem Marmion to himself whenever he thought no one was listening. He had been at sea all his life, the son of the court clerk...