Charlotte Brontë, “On the Death of Anne Brontë”
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There’s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I’ve lived the parting hour to see Of one I would have died to save. Calmly to watch the failing breath, Wishing each sigh might be the … Read More

Emily Dickinson, “If I Should Die”
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If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,– One might depart … Read More

Pablo Neruda, “Only Death”
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There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning … Read More

Emily Dickinson, “Because I could not stop for Death”
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Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my … Read More

French poetry
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Poetry is the earliest French literature. The anonymous Song of Roland is regarded by some as the national epic of France, and during the Middle Ages, the chanson de geste became an identifiable literary genre. These “songs of exploits” often … Read More

Anglo-Welsh poetry
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Anglo-Welsh poetry is a subset of Anglo-Welsh literature. The poetry written in English by those familiar with the Welsh language tends to be distinctive in its style and rhythms. Dylan Thomas is the most famous exponent of the genre, and … Read More

American poetry
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The poetry of the United States began as a literary art during the colonial era. Unsurprisingly, most of the early poetry written in the colonies and fledgling republic used contemporary British models of poetic form, diction, and theme. However, in … Read More

Cockatiel bath
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I Within her gilded cage confined, I saw a dazzling Belle, A Parrot of that famous kind Whose name is Non-Pareil. Like beads of glossy jet her eyes; And, smoothed by Nature’s skill, With pearl or gleaming agate vies Her … Read More

Poetry
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Poetry (ancient Greek: ποιεω (poieo) = I create) is traditionally a written art type (even though there’s also an ancient and contemporary poetry which relies primarily upon oral or pictorial representations) in which human language is utilized for its aesthetic … Read More

Cats
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Two CatsOne up a treeOne under the treeThe cat up a tree is heThe cat under the tree is sheThe tree is witch elm, just incidentally.He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he.He stares at the … Read More

Birds
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He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;Where thou thy charming nest dost build,O thou pride of every field! She. Yonder stands a lonely tree,There I live and mourn for thee;Morning drinks my silent tear,And … Read More

Flowers for women
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WOMEN sit, or move to and fro—some old, some young;The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young. (Beautiful Women, by Walt Whitman) (Music: Ernesto Cortazar-Two Candles For Two Hearts)

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