Of The Nature Of Things: Book III – Part 03 – The Soul Is Mortal (Lucretius Poems)
Now come: that thou mayst able be to knowThat minds and the light souls of all that liveHave mortal birth ...
Now come: that thou mayst able be to knowThat minds and the light souls of all that liveHave mortal birth ...
Now come: that thou mayst able be to knowThat minds and the light souls of all that liveHave mortal birth ...
18th March celebrates the birth of a fine poet and soldier Wilfred OwenMarch 18th celebrates the birthday of a man. ...
What will we dowhen there is nobody leftto kill? *40,000 gallons of oil gushing intothe oceanBut Isit on top this mountainside ...
There is this sunny place where I imagine him.A park on a hill whose grass wants to turnInto dust, & ...
Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell and layWhere a shrill spring tuned to the early day.I begged here ...
PEACH trees and Judas trees, Poppies and roses,Purple anemones In garden closes!Lost in the limpid sky,Shrills a gay lark on high;Lost in ...
As the crinoid star-fish to the sea-baseBy his stem fixed draws bare subsistence inHis straitened sphere, as in the sunless ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
Stalingrad...After Madrid and London, there are still great cities.The world hasn't ended, for amidst the ruinsother men appear, the faces ...
I create an elephant of my scarce resources.Some pieces of woodtaken of old furnituremight keep him straight.And I fill him ...
In that timeWhen civilization struck with insultsWhen holy water struck domesticated browsThe vultures built in the shadow of their clawsThe ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
Dismembered angel In whose heart the earth is still on fire, The moon still has not been split-off; Here is ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
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