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24 de may. de 2024 · It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”. ― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid. tags: death.
17 de may. de 2024 · September warm my soul.” 5. Alfa “She had an Autumn Soul. Gloriously beautiful. to look upon… and dying every second piece by piece.” 6. Parm K.C. “ Seasons. i think you must have a bit of autumn in your soul. the way you let those dead pieces of your heart. fall away. only to make room for the new. time and time again” 7. Jessica ...
25 de may. de 2024 · THEY WERE SO YOUNG. Memorial Day and the old folks come. And stand in the sun feeling sad and dumb. The boys in the ground—there are so many, They’re eighteen, nineteen, maybe twenty—. They just moved out of a boy’s bedroom. And went to war, now they lie in a tomb.
7 de may. de 2024 · They flash upon that inward eye. Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. This was long before Google, so the only image I had in mind about the flowers was the image Wordsworth had created for me. I walked in the park, enjoying the cool breeze against my skin, my heart beating fast ...
24 de may. de 2024 · Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck And on the king my father’s death before him. White bodies naked on the low damp ground And bones cast in a little low dry garret, Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year. But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
17 de may. de 2024 · It’s one of the most important Jewish holidays and among the most widely celebrated traditions throughout the world. Whatever your Passover looks like this year, let these four poems—which embrace Jewish heritage, themes, and spirituality—enrich your celebration. 1. “Seder-Night” by Israel Zangwill. This poem by writer and activist ...
Hace 5 días · How my love slighted me, me How my love slighted me. For woman is a lofty tree And man’s a clinging vine, vine, And from her branches carelessly He’ll take what he can find, find, He’ll take what he can find. (repeat first verse) Sarah McQuaid sings Sprig of Thyme. In my garden grew plenty of thyme, It would flourish by night and by day.
