I live, I die, I burn, I drownI endure at once chill and coldLife is at once too soft and too hardI have sore troubles mingled with joys Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cryAnd in pleasure many a grief endureMy happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchangedAll…
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To break out of the chaos of my darknessInto a lucid day is all my will.My words like eyes in night, stare to reachA centre for their light: and my acts thrownTo distant places by impatient violenceYet lock together to mould a path of stoneOut of my darkness into a…
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Act III, Scene 2 from King Lear by William Shakespeare (England 1564 – 1616) ) King Lear Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!You cataracts and hurricanoes, spoutTill you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking…
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Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull charactered with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date even to eternity – Or at the least, so long as brain and heartHave faculty by nature to subsist;Till each to razed oblivion yield his partOf thee, thy record never can…
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Dorothy Parker (August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967) A dream lies dead here. May you softly goBefore this place, and turn away your eyes,Nor seek to know the look of that which diesImportuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,But, for a little, let your step be slow.And, of…
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Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967 I’m all alone in this world, she said,Ain’t got nobody to share my bed,Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—The truth of the matter’sI ain’t got no man. Big Boy opened his mouth and said,Trouble with you isYou ain’t got no head!If you had a…
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Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004) Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow.I am the diamond glint on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush,I…
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We walked by the seaand caught a bee I eat a peachby the beach Georgina (7 years old) Gorleston 16 November 2011
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Robinson Jeffers I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bedWhen we built the house, it is ready waiting,Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspectsIts latter purpose. I often regard it,With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so equalledThat they kill each…
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Joe Sharp Summertime has been the blossom overAutumn chill has seen off meadow cloverA circling flock of starlings I can seeCome roosting on the rowan berry treeI do so yearn for days of early spring I contemplate the cold October skyA starlit night with frost descendingI shiver at the moon…
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Edna St. Vincent Millay The room is full of you! — As I came inAnd closed the door behind me, all at onceA something in the air, intangible,Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick! — Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyedEach other room’s dear personality.The heavy scent of damp, funereal…