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English Poetry
Learned to love the rain
Aug 4th
I love the music of the morning as rain drops beat out their rhythms on my bedroom window panes.
I have heard that beat before under tin roofs in faraway jungles, where lonesome young warriors, not understanding the rhythms of the rain, nor life, cried to that beat of that falling More >
paul simon – I am a rock I am an island
Dec 1st
A winter’s day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island.
I’ve built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no More >
general belief about friendship
Dec 1st
Contrary to general belief, I do not believe that friends are necessarily the people you like best, they are merely the people who got there first.
Peter Ustinov, Dear Me (1977) English actor & author (1921 – 2004)
just read this quotation thought, I should be sharing this with my friends here
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And I will come again, my luve… By Robbie Burns (1759-1796)
Mar 20th
My luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; My luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry
Till a’ the More >
Yours and yours and yours by Leo Marks 1920
Mar 20th
The life that I have Is all that I have And the life that I have Is yours and yours and yours. The love that I have Of the life that I have Is yours and yours and yours. A sleep I shall have A rest I shall have Yet death will More >
Happy New Year
Dec 22nd
We do welcome, “New Year”
with joy, pleasure and satisfaction
The dawn of the new future,
With new wishes, with a new sense
To proceed to goals with more confidence
We are to see what we would find
And what we still have left behind
In the light of the day
That we left away
We are to determine More >
Some Moments with the Relics of Emily Dickinson
Dec 2nd
“The Home of Emily Dickinson Amherst College Amherst, Massachusetts.” Photo by Frank Ward.
This is the family home of Emily Dickinson x1849, located in Amherst, MA. Also included are some Emily Dickinson postcards from the Jones Library in Amherst.
“A Dickinson family writing table and chair in the poet’s bedroom. The Dickinson More >
I felt a funeral in my brain By Emily Dickinson
Dec 2nd
I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated, A service like a drum Kept beating, beating, till I thought My mind was going numb
And then I More >
Fame is a fickle food by Emily Dickinson
Dec 2nd
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's Corn – Men eat of it and die.
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By Emily Dickinson
Dec 2nd
SUCCESS is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph More >