'Where shall we go?' Submitted by Andrew Mayers Vernon Scannell Monday, January 13, 2003 poem poems hello Download image of this poem. Report this poem COMMENTS OF THE POEM Be the first one to comment on this poem! READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES This poem has not been ...
" It's more like this marathon (马拉松)of space that we all want to be running." Landing on Mars is very difficult.Only the US has successfully done it eight times since 1976. The name Tianwen-1 comes from the poem Tianwen,meaning " questions to heaven",written by Qu Yuan (about...
We are reorganizing papers like magazines Etc. I go outside. And the building is ready. The yard needs some work. It still has some places where you need to smooth out the dirt. And cut the grass. I reorganize and pick up some things from the yard and bring them over to another ...
as Barthelme says, “there is nothing between the lines but white space.”‘ But this hardly differs, as view, from the New Criticism notion that, in Macleish’s words, ‘a poem should not mean, but be’. A huge novel
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, ...
“We’re off!” (V dorogu!) exclaims Anya joyously; “Time to go!” (Poraekhat’) calls out Petya; “We are going and not a soul will remain here . . .”(Uedem—i zdes’ ne ostanetsia ni dushi . . .), says Lyubov Andreyevna. “Tillspring,” replies Lopakhin, a man whose...
(想象) instead. So I had them imagine an important photograph in their head. They closed their eyes and recalled their favorite family photo. Then they made a list of things they saw. I told them I would turn these things into a poem. I even asked for a volunteer from the class. I...
Even more sobering: when was the last time we thanked God for our faith? For the fact that his Holy Spirit lives in us? For the fact that we have a heavenly home waiting for us? Or that God himself took our place, suffered our torment and died our death so we could go to heaven...
“Come on, let’s clean this up,” said Quinn. They did not care much about the book. Ray and Q spent an hour cleaning the dusty attic. “Finally, done. Shall we go and practice our new dance?” said Quinn. “Of course, just a second” Ray picked up the old book from the box...
Where do we go from here? That’s a question I’m tired of pondering over. Thus, I decided to portray my feelings with graphite pencils on Bristol vellum. I am satisfied with my portrayal of this yawning child, particularly after a long while of drawing, which I could blame on a littl...