Books, Fanfiction, Poetry
A little poem A happy vicar I might have been Two hundred years ago To preach upon eternal doom And watch my walnuts grow; But born, alas, in an evil time, I missed that pleasant haven, For the hair has grown on my upper lip And the clergy are all clean-shaven. And later still the … Continue reading George Orwell Collected Poems
I Oh to be naked! My body? Yes, if need be. My Soul, more than all else. To be as I am. As small or as large as my Soul. To speak truth, and scorn man's wrath. To laugh at convention. To rejoice at freedom. To be hated, as well as loved, for Truth's sake. … Continue reading The Song of the Soul by: Edwin Leibfreed
In rainy September when leaves grow down to the dark I put my forehead down to the damp seaweed-smelling sand. What can we do but choose? The only way for human beings is to choose. The fern has no choice but to live; for this crime it receives earth water and night. we close the … Continue reading In Rainy September * Poetry
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon -- The Dusk drew earlier in -- The Morning foreign shone -- A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone … Continue reading As imperceptibly as Grief by Emily Dickinson- Say Goodbye to Summer
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is … Continue reading The Human Seasons BY JOHN KEATS
Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea. So pure … Continue reading Elegiac Stanzas by William Wordsworth
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
