All metaphors aside - only living beings rise up in the Springtime; dead beings stay quite lie down dead. Winter does not turn into Summer; ash does not turn into firewood - on the chopping block of time. Fresh fruit from the tree - sweet summertime! Gardens are demanding pets. Sh...
Though no Chinese cities have been chosen as the World Book Capital so far, a recent national survey shows a steady (稳定的) rise in reading as a habit in China. According to the survey, each Chinese adult read an average of 4.78 printed boo...
The poem begins with a description of the landscape: "The hills roll up and down like waves / And break against the sky." This opening line sets the tone for the rest of the poem, as Sandburg uses the metaphor of the hills as waves to suggest the movement and energy of the natural ...
During the long era when Bach, Mozart and Beethoven were creating the musical canon of Western Europe, the songs of African slaves resounded in the colonies on the other side of the Atlantic, expressing pain and longing, but also joy and the desire for freedom. As the origin of many music...
This poem plays with planetary Sefiroth in Plato’s cave: Chess Cabale (2004) “Who sports in the Self”is no one person, but feeling a greater Circle arise around a candle flame; and within each smaller Circle – “gathered here
Laitman’s sixth commission for Music of Remembrance, Wertheim Park sets a poem by the late Susan de Sola and is a haunting elegy about the power of bearing witness. It pictures the annual gathering at Amsterdam’s Wertheim Park, where people come together each year for Holocaust remembrance....
The grass below- above the vaulted sky.’ And now for the poem I Am! BYJOHN CLARE I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, ...
the prompt from De Jackson at dVersePoets Pub, which is to use the wordfix in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme. Image source:Wikimedia Commons(Harold Lloyd in Safety Last!) Lost Sunrise ~ #writephoto May 15, 2020/23 Comments ...
To read a poem about the death of Empedocles is to become the solitary 孤獨 hero—and the poet as well: And gladly, did not love restrain 遏制me, Deeply as the hero plunged 投擲I’d follow, Psychoanalysts show bare 不加掩飾的 interest in these complexes of solitude, or at least if ...
aching for romantic love. The lyrics of this song resonated more thanRabbie Burns’ A Red, Red Rose, a poem-turned-song I knew well because of myFather’s love of Scotland’s most famous bard. However, it was the 60s,transistor radios and pop music abounded,Colour My Worldhad a catchy...