The poem’s beginning belies its deeper character. “Some hand that never meant to do thee hurt” has killed the fly, begins Turner, and it seems like the beginning of a slight, modest poem about finding a fly. The third line, however, hints at Turner’s concern for the nature of man...
Inspiring words on a long flightKarolee KassnerSamac
hardier performers on the cliffs at the Minack Theatre hearing new words to The Magic Flute; and about crowded little clubs like the Folk Cottage in the depths of Cornwall where Folk was defined so liberally that there was always a welcome for songs written simply to make people laugh, or ...
Hark, where my blossom'd pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge— That 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture! And...
Turn BIP39 words into dotmap. Use 12 dots per word to record your mnemonic phrase. - smaeili/bip39-dotmap
live up to one’s name 名副其实;live up to one’s expectation 不辜负某人的期望 7、 intend: vi、 & vt、 打算,计划,想要[原句回放] The poem was published in1794 and, like many of Burn’s poems, it was intended to be a song、 该句中 intend 的用法 为,其意思是 ;此外...
A tribute to the words we mold, In stories new and legends old. A Scrabble Poem Within the game of Scrabble's gleam, Our tiles align, a poet's dream. Revealing words, our minds take flight, Dancing letters in the night. Unveil the hidden, twist and turn, ...
I’m ever so grateful toThe Friday Poem,and to poet Maryann Corbett for permission to use extracts from Maryann’s poemErasures.It’s about the necessity imposed on the librarian to periodically cull the shelves of unread books What he remembers is the poetry. ...
The Poetry Pubis hosting a NovemberPoem-a-Daychallenge. I’m not sure I’ll participate every day this month, but we’ll see! It’s good to stretch my writing muscles in a non-commercial, non-blogging way. You can see the prompts for each day of the challenge here, onThe Poetry Pub...
Found this treasure in my friends' home and greedily devoured it in one afternoon. I'm not a great reader of poetry, but the poems here are so accessible, so simple, without being simplistic. The poem 'Untitled' gut-punched me, even though I have no one to feel that way about. (TW...