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Homeless not Hopeless by Sola Awonibi
We are the natives of the streetholed-up under bridgeswe are necessary we are part of our existencemajor fragments of the globeas the day chameleons to nightyou slump in the warmth of your bedsand the heat of loved oneswe also embrace the cozycardboard beds laid on stinksas the night injects us with cool breezeand endurance.We sleep […]
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Adultery at Forty by Donald Hall
At shower’s head, high over the porcelain moonscape, a waterdrop gathers itself darkly, with hesitation, hangs, swells, shakes, looms, as if uncertain in which direction to hurl itself, and plunges to come apart at its only destination.
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The most beautiful way to enjoy your vacation is usually with a company. Some people just want a time away alone in a seaside view or some where refreshing. I personally I’ve decided to visit the less famous Yankari reserve in Bauchi Nigeria. My intentions is not to relax and have some fancy time but […]
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Once The World Was Perfect by Joy Harjo
Once the World Was Perfect Once the world was perfect, and we were happy in that world.Then we took it for granted.Discontent began a small rumble in the earthly mind.Then Doubt pushed through with its spiked head.And once Doubt ruptured the web,All manner of demon thoughtsJumped through—We destroyed the world we had been givenFor inspiration, […]
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Nurse’s Song
When the voices of children are heard on the greenAnd laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breastAnd everything else is still. “Then come home, my children, the sun is gone downAnd the dews of night arise;Come, come, leave off play, and let us awayTill the morning appears in the […]
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Ode to Beauty by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Who gave thee, O Beauty, The keys of this breast,Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say, when in lapsed ages Thee knew I of old; Or what was the service For which I was sold? When first my eyes saw thee, I found me thy thrall, By magical drawings, Sweet tyrant of all! I […]
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Fate by Ralph Waldo Emerson
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught strain That sheds beauty on the rose. There is a melody born of melody, Which melts the world into a sea: Toil could never compass it; Art its height could never hit; It came never […]
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Each and All by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon […]
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Concord Hymn by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument, July 4, 1837 by the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down […]
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The Snow Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a […]
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Days by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, or sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, […]
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Each and All by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon […]
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Experience by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The lords of life, the lords of life,I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim,Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name;Some to see, some to be guessed, They marched from east to […]
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Brahma by Ralph Waldo Emerson
If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave […]
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Blind Curse by Simon Ortiz J.
You could drive blindfor those two secondsand they would be forever.I think that as a diesel truckpasses us eight miles east of Mission.Churning through the storm, heedlessof the hill sliding away.There isn’t much use to curse but I do.Words fly away, tumbling invisiblytoward the unseen point wherethe prairie and sky meet.The road is like that […]
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