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Showing posts with label Living. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Living. Show all posts
26.5.18

Song Of Myself, XXXIII, by Walt Whitman

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Being wise cannot be hidden the same as being simpleminded. Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess’d at, Wh...
25.8.16

as freedom is a breakfastfood

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by e. e. cummings E.E. Cummings dressed in his First World War military uniform. WWI was far more psychologically damaging than t...
15.7.16

Myth, by Natasha Trethewey

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Copyright © 2007 by  Natasha Trethewey , who was twice named Poet Laureate of the United States of America , serving that duty from 2012 to...
28.11.15

Mortals of Habit: Dying by - and the Death of - the 40 Hour Workweek

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Creatures of habit that we are, we seldom revamp things that have been around since before we were born.  An example is the 8-hour workday...
1.10.15

Be not sad, by James Joyce

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Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you: Sweetheart, be at peace again -- - Can they dishonour you? They are...
13.9.15

SONNET 69, by William Shakespeare

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Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the voice of sou...
20.7.15

love is more thicker than forget

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by E. E. Cummings e.e. cummings enjoys a cigarette with the characteristic stare of someone who loves life and, therefore, living. ...
17.7.15

Ever wonder what Hotel California means?

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The writers of this song explained that they were trying to describe the Soul of a typical California, that is, a slave under the spell of ...
4.7.15

since feeling is first, by e.e. cummings

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Edward Estlin Cummings enjoying life at his Joy Farm in New Hampshire.  Only having seen the worst humanity had to offer was he able ...
24.5.15

now does our world descend, by e.e. cummings

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Edward Estlin Cummings displayed an innocence in his eyes that he would never recover following his experience as an ambulance driv...
4.4.15

Yawp and Whisper

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by Javier Simonpietri Vulnerable winds caress so mountain ranges whisper despite owned waterfalls’ foreboded screaming which resoundin...
3.4.15

The road not taken, by Robert Frost

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as...
29.3.15

If you like my poems, by e.e. cummings

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Edward Estlin Cummings poses, embodying a success all-too-rare for a career poet, exuding a charisma that contains a joy of life th...

O Me! O Life!, by Walt Whitman

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O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of mysel...