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The table below lists all of Catullus' extant poems, with links to the full text, the poetic meter, the number of lines, and other data. The entire table can be sorted according to any column by clicking on the arrows in the topmost cell. The "Type" column is color-coded, with a green font indicating poems for or about friends, a magenta font ...
And then I opened my mystic inside wide like the sky, instead you entered your car and laughed and laughed and laughed You laughed at my dance, you laughed at my inside. You laughed and laughed and laughed. But your laughter was ice-block laughter and it froze your inside froze your voice froze your ears froze your eyes and froze your tongue.
Kenn Nesbitt (born February 20, 1962)in Berkeley, California. He grew up in Fresno and San Diego and attended National University in San Diego, also done education with Mission bay high school , Le Jolla High school and kirk elementary school is an American children's poet. [ 1][ 2][ 3] On June 11, 2013, he was named Children's Poet Laureate ...
Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the trav'ller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often thro' my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. 'Tis your bright and tiny spark,
Twitter user Ronnie Joyce came across the poem above on the wall of a bar in London, England. While at first the text seems dreary and depressing, the poem actually has a really beautiful message.
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First they came ... Engraving of the confession in poetic form presented at the New England Holocaust Memorial in Boston, Massachusetts. " First they came ... " ( German: Zuerst kamen sie ...) is the poetic form of a 1946 post-war confessional prose by the German Lutheran pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984).
We've all grown up thinking that sitting too close to the television is damaging to our eyes ... but that might not be the case. Technology spawns lots of confusion ... and a few affectionately ...