Books, Fanfiction, Poetry
Langston Hughes’ autobiography from the years 1931 through New Year’s Day 1938 covers his early years as a professional writer during the Great Depression, in which he travels extensively and observes practices and politics as well as the status of black people throughout the world. "Most of my life from childhood on has been spent… Continue reading Hughes’ I Wonder As I Wander: Reveries of an Itinerant Poet
Du bist die Zukunft, großes Morgenrot Du bist die Zukunft, großes Morgenrot über den Ebenen der Ewigkeit. Du bist der Hahnschrei nach der Nacht der Zeit, der Tau, die Morgenmette und die Maid, der fremde Mann, die Mutter und der Tod. Du bist die sich verwandelnde Gestalt, die immer einsam aus dem Schicksal ragt, die… Continue reading You are the future * Rainer Maria Rilke
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!
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may… Continue reading Your children are not your children. * Kahil Gibran
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of… Continue reading On Death * Kahlil Gibran
“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
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
