Life and Death Walter Savage Landor I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart. 《生与死》 沃尔特·萨维奇·兰多 (杨绛译) 我和谁都不争 和谁争我都不...
This year is the 20th anniversary of my husband's death. I still miss him every single day. I have tried hard to live my life as fully as possible as a tribute to his memory, and this is my thank you to him for giving me the strength to go on.
Life, and Death, and Giants -- Such as These -- are still -- Minor -- Apparatus -- Hopper of the Mill -- Beetle at the Candle -- Or a Fife's Fame -- Maintain -- by Accident that they proclaim --
Munch is another artist who puts his life – especially his anguish and obsessions – into his work (see last week’s review of the Frida Kahlo exhibition), and the man who wanted to paint “people who are alive, who breathe and feel, suffer and love” makes no bones about it. He sp...
On life and on death. (poem)Ravikovich, DahliaKeller, Tsipi
aIn this poem, dickinson regarded death as a kind of pursuit of beauty, just as his whole life in the tireless struggle for poetry, the poem reflects his pursuit of beauty and truth. 在这首诗,被看待的dickinson死亡作为一对秀丽的追求,正他的一生在不倦的奋斗中为诗歌,诗反射对秀丽和真相的他的...
4. “Vision and Prayer” by Dylan Thomas The unique shape of “Vision and Prayer” by Dylan Thomas creates an hourglass shape. This shape poem fits well, as it talks about life and death. The shape also has a rise-and-fall feeling as the stanzas get smaller and larger through each ver...
All the death In the course of a life Write about death Describe in the poem what you feel, concerning death In the face of death I'm like an animal And the animal can die, but write nothing The words die like flies Their corpses everywhere, swept away from the white paper...
A slow death byBekka SmekkaOct 31, 2006category :Sadness, depression/about death My pillow stained with tears, As reality slips away. I should have made a life, Instead of wasting all those years. Iâ??m sorry it had to end like this,...
Grandmother Gunn was tart and ill-tempered, and later generations of Dickinson’s tended to excuse their outbursts by saying it was Grandmother Gunn ‘coming out’. It would not have been beyond the poet to joke about this explosive inheritance in her line, ‘My Life had stood — a Loaded...