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You wear your ignorance and disrespect like a rain coat.
Though the storm of truth pouring out, some staying dry, never shaken.
But the heavy…
Of me, of my father, happy Father’s Day.
Walking new mind, dawn of thought, opening framework’s, learning how to see.
Mapping that was and what…
More Wonderful - More Wonderful
Her eyes are finer poems than all
that Shakespeare ever penned;
delicate, like trembling doves,
their beauty without end.
Her…
He was peerless in his generation, The crown prince's throne, Scented with sandalwood and agarwood. - by DiuziThe song was composed by Diuzi and released by the highly influential music collective Mo Ming Qi Miao . It tells the tragic yet defiant mythological…
The Last Bee by Brian BilstonThe Last Bee
After the last ee
had uzzed its last uzz,
the irds and the utterflies
did what they could.
ut soon the fields lay are,
few…
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half…
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A…
Sometimes The Wolf Cries GirlSometimes the hero stumbles, and falls right off of the page. Sometimes the princess rolls her eyes, and says “I don’t want to be saved.” Sometimes…
I love you
I love you— in silence, in noise, in between,
In the way I show up, in the spaces unseen.
Like fire that spreads, never asking for…
PSYCHOMACHIA OF PRUDENTIUSA T h e s i s
P r e s e n t e d t o
t h e F a c u l t y o f t h e D e p a r tm en t o f C l a s s i c a l L a n g u a g e s
The U n i v e r s i t y…
I carry your heart in the space in my soul,
Though the years and the distance have taken their toll.
The silence is heavy, the days are so…
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Through every fibre of…
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Through every fibre…