Insomniac (Maya Angelou Poem)
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win ...
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
'My future will not copy fair my past'- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
I rose up at the dawn of day-- `Get thee away! get thee away! Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away! ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! ...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come ...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine-- just a lightbulb and a potbelly, ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Promise yourself: To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind; To talk health, happiness, and prosperity ...
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