Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Then let my right be forgotten. Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember. ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and I can't even say mama, and the dogs run by ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
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