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Hace 4 días · Through the coal-dark, underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. “For all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling —
Hace 20 horas · The walls must be dug out. A ruined village at the remote top of a mountain. Santa Helena de Rodes. The cold glass air. Thin sheets of it. I thought about the marks people make on places. I wanted to see them with my hands. I stood inside the stone walls of a house and I knew it had been built by people but I could not feel them.
Hace 1 día · POEM- MENDING WALL BY ROBERT FROST
Hace 20 horas · “Abbigail Ketsa (she/they) is a settler poet and writer living on Ammiskwaciwâskahikan. Abbigail has a bachelor's degree in English Literature, Creative Writing, & Classics from the University of Alberta. You can find her elbow-deep in the garden, reading Dracula in the sunshine, or planning her next escape to Athens.”
Hace 4 días · Poetry, he says, aids in the attainment of extreme states of mind “to the utmost point of sublimity or pathos” and, finally, lends an air of fiction and frisson to the arid realm of daily life. Combining our senses and our sensibilities, poetic reality thus leads us to project our truths onto the world.
Hace 1 día · May 28, 2024. Doug Ramspeck. BOTTOMLANDS DREAM. The boy fell from the Monahegnee Bridge, and his parents buried him, and the years. were a cottonmouth swimming in an oxbow. lake, and the boy became an owl as he fell. and lived in the woods so that when he held. himself motionless, he felt himself becoming.
Hace 3 días · The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, b. Alfred Lord Tennyson
