By William Butler Yeats
I
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children…
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children…
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- By Lev Rubinstein1
Well, what on earth is there to say?
2
He knows something, but won’t tell.
3
Who knows, maybe you’re … - By CAConradFrank is a
young boy
asleep in
ancient
Tibet
what you
thought was
your life is
really his
dream
he… - By CAConradFrank knows a
butterfly
who wonders
about her old
caterpillar
friends - By W. H. AudenLooking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference… - By J. Estanislao LopezThis century is younger than me.
It dresses itself
in an overlong coat of Enlightenment thinking
despite… - By Norman FinkelsteinYou enter the city with harps and with flutes,
with drums and with baskets
of grapes and pomegranates… - By T. S. EliotI. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruellest monthApril is the cruellest month The Waste Land… - By CAConradGrowing up in a rural factory town I watched my creative family extend the grind oft monotonous jobs…
- By UnknownHere begynnes a tretys and god schorte refreytebytwixe Wynnere and Wastoure
Sythen that Bretayne was… - By UnknownAlways the one alone longs for mercy,
the Maker's mildness, though, troubled in mind,
across the ocean… - By Elizabeth Willisin the wind / an inky air
in the air / finchness
in the ink / a stone
in the winter / winter
in … - By T. S. EliotWebster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under… - By Angelina Weld GrimkéI have just seen a most beautiful thing
Slim and still
Against a gold, gold sky,
A straight black… - By Katie WillinghamLately, I've enlisted an app on my phone to keep track
of the time that I can't witness—it maps the … - By Katie WillinghamWe know the last stuffed specimen of the dodo burned
in 1755, though Wikipedia's "Dodo: Talk" page shows… - By Moon Bo YoungThe research center is a cube building with a neat chimney plunged into the right side. The researchers…
- By Rosemary TonksI shall fill up that pit inside me
With my gloomiest thoughts; and then
Spread myself, prostrate, inert… - By L. M. RiveraI.
Why do we immortally begin
with an apocalyptic outpouring—
the way a diamond
might be flung
…