He would not stay for me, and who can wonder A. E. Housman, 1859 - 1936 He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
You've got another love and I know it Someone who adores you just like me Hanging on your words like they were gold Thinking that she understands your soul Poor Girl just like me. You're breaking another heart and I know it And there's nothing I can do If I try to tell her what… Continue reading She’ll cry and wonder what went wrong * Poor Girl * Maya Angelou
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills Where… Continue reading Digging * SEAMUS HEANEY * Poetry
Im Wasser wogt die Lilie, die blanke, hin und her, Doch irrst du, Freund, sobald du sagst, sie schwanke hin und her: Es wurzelt ja so fest ihr Fuß im tiefen Meeresgrund, Ihr Haupt nur wiegt ein lieblicher Gedanke hin und her! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4PRS7lMGyY Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was a German writer, pictorial artist, biologist, theoretical… Continue reading LOVELY WATER LILLY BY JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like… Continue reading Still I Rise by Maya Angelou, Happy 4th of July 2017!
“Death Be Not Proud” is among the most famous and most beloved poems in English literature. Its popularity lies in its message of hope couched in eloquent, quotable language. Donne’s theme tells the reader that death has no right to be proud, since human beings do not die but live eternally after “one short sleep.”… Continue reading Death, Be Not Proud By John Donne
Far from being an isolated mystic, Blake lived and worked in the teeming metropolis of London at a time of great social and political change that profoundly influenced his writing. After the peace established in 1762, the British Empire seemed secure, but the storm wave begun with the American Revolution in 1775 and the French… Continue reading William Blake – On Death
Charlotte Brontë, 1816 - 1855 My darling thou wilt never know The grinding agony of woe That we have bourne for thee, Thus may we consolation tear E’en from the depth of our despair And wasting misery. The nightly anguish thou art spared When all the crushing truth is bared To the awakening mind, When… Continue reading On the Death of Emily Jane Brontë
"Home Burial" is one of Robert Frost's longest poems, and it can also be considered one of his most emotionally disturbing ones. "Home Burial," published in 1914, tells the story of a married couple fighting after their baby has died. It's written mostly in dialogue, so it sounds like real people talking. But this is… Continue reading Robert Frost * Home Burial Poem
I think I'm bi-polar Maybe not emotionally, Scratch that But I feel like I've got split-personality disorder There's part that wants to let go And the other part so desperately holding on I want to look you in the eyes and ask you what you're doing here I want to ask you what we are… Continue reading Thinking with both minds * M Clement