Category: Poem
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Reconstructing Democracy
Notes from history unfolding, Sept. 9., 2020 Democracyby Langston Hughes Democracy will not comeToday, this yearNor everThrough compromise and fear.I have as much rightAs the other fellow hasTo standOn my two feetAnd own the land.I tire so of hearing people say,Let things take their course.Tomorrow is another day.I do not need my freedom when I’m…
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Invictus
by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this…
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The springtime of lovers has come
The springtime of lovers has come, that this dust bowl may become a garden; the proclamation of heaven has come, that the bird of the soul may rise in flight. The sea becomes full of pearls, the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar, the stone becomes a ruby from the mine, the body becomes wholly…
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Do not seek too much fame…
Do not seek too much fame,but do not seek obscurity.Be proud.But do not remind the world of your deeds.Excel when you must,but do not excel the world.Many heroes are not yet born,many have already died.To be alive to hear this song is a victory. ~West African song
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The Tiger by William Blake
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And What shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews…
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O Captain! My Captain!
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red,…
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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche*
Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche. Escribir por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos”. El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso. En las noches…
The Sacred & The Profane 