Keats's 1816 competition sonnet 'On the Grasshopper and Cricket' is easily dismissed as juvenilia, but when read with an eye to his interest in Greek mythology, the poem rewards further attention. In particular, the myth of Tithonus, who gained eternal life without etern...
For a moment you are caught unawares. It is 10 am on an ordinary morning. It’s been raining and you are late for work. But there you stand, captured by the beauty of a single rose growing by the wire fence. What is it doing there in that mess of bramble and nettle, that barren...
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The Poetry of Autumn秋天的诗歌 作者:安妮·芬奇罗怀宇 来源:《英语世界》2019年第09期 Forget spring. Fall is the season for poetry. 忘掉春天吧,秋天才是詩的季节。 By Annie Finch “The poetry of earth is never dead,” wrote John Keats,and yet that quintessential poet of autumn,his own life ...
Through all my life, what robs my privilege of controlling everything is time. As a tough man who harbors the strongest sense of ruling, it holds me back in the deepest of earth. Because of the existence of time, I began to learn to suppress restless hearts and hide potential anger. ...
Consider greeting your children at the door with a small poem reflecting the weather or the changing seasons. Kindergarten and prek teacher lessons.
PARAPHRASED FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER . " Take the Earth! " uttered God, from the height of His throne, As He looked on the children He made, from above: " Take the Earth, with its treasures, and call it your own, But divide it with justice and brother
“A Poem Traveled Down My Arm” “Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth” “By the Light of My Father’s Smile” “Gathering Blossoms Under Fire” “Hard Times Require Furious Dancing” “Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems, Her” ...
POEM OF THE DAY Love Poem Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigis mountains spread over a valley carved out by the mouth of rain. And I knew when I entered her I was high wind in her forests hollow ...
no piece of dirt for wealthy lords of earth. You did not come to own; you came to live. –Benjamin Alire Sáenz America is also the nameless foreigner, the homeless refugee, the hungry boy begging for a job, the illiterate immigrant… ...