DAY. With BURBAGES'S presence accounted for on stage, ROSALINE curls an arm around WILL'S neck. They kiss hungrily. After a moment, WILL pulls back. ROSALINE When will you write me a sonnet, Will? WILL I have lost my gift. ROSALINE You left it in my bed. Come to look for it aga...
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Uncle You opened his folding chair, immersed himself in his own small world.Normally, a whole thermos of water could only meet the needs of half a leisure day. However, he didn't need to go fetching water at noon since the outside was too cold. His wife cooked rice and soybean sauce ...
you are not alone, 你并不孤独, the poem said, 诗歌说, in the dark tunnel. 在黑暗的隧道里。 6. The brightness of the day becomes 白天的光亮变成了 the brightness of the night; 黑夜的光亮; the fire becomes the mirror. 火变成了镜子。
When you feel unworthy of love but are still loved just give When you can’t keep fulfilment in your heart just give The last of our five poems is‘One Day’by Liu Lang. This simple yet subtle poem evokes a moment of uncertainty and a moment of recalibration. Something feels wrong. The...
The next day, early in the morning, I would go to the pond to look for duck eggs in the reeds. Glistening, they were there for me to pick. I was happy beyond words. 我只在故乡呆了六年,以后就离乡背井,漂泊天涯。在济南住了十多年,在北京度过四年,又回到济南呆了一年,然后在欧洲住了近...
One day you just get off the road and start taking the long way home through the starfields. You stop looking in the mirror to see if you still have eyes. For years after your death no matter what I looked at I always saw the same thing. The black clarity of your existential ...
John Donne's "The Flea" is an erotic metaphysical poem employing a conceit or extended argument. The male speaker wants to make love to a woman who resists. The lead role is the humble flea, which sucks the speaker first, then the woman. Their blood is m
“You have a special boy here. “Embarrassed, I look at my feet. Before we leave, I hand my professor a present,a tan briefcasewith his initials on the front. I bought this the day before at a shopping mall. I didn’t want to forget him. Maybe I didn’t want him to forget me...