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"A Psalm of Life" is a poem written by American writer Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, often subtitled "What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist". [1] Longfellow wrote the poem not long after the death of his first wife and while thinking about how to make the best of life.
8. “When I’m hungry, I eat what I love. When I’m bored, I do something I love. When I’m lonely, I connect with someone I love. When I feel sad, I remember that I am loved.”
"I know every morning when I get up and write a poem that I am still alive, too," writes Jane Yolen, author of more than 450 books. Poetry from Daily Life: A poem a day is good practice — and ...
Poet and educator Nile Stanley shares a story — and the poem it inspired — about a student recital during tough times. Poetry from Daily Life: A poem influenced MLK's 'Dream' speech, can teach ...
The curse is sometimes presented as the first in a trilogy. Comedic author Terry Pratchett stated: . The phrase "may you live in interesting times" is the lowest in a trilogy of Chinese curses that continue "may you come to the attention of those in authority" and finish with "may the gods give you everything you ask for."
The poem asks you to analyze your life, to question whether every decision you made was for the greater good, and to learn and accept the decisions you have made in your life. One Answer to the Question would be simply to value the fact that you had the opportunity to live. Another interpretation is that the poem gives a deep image of suffering.
The poem is written as a set of seven rhyming couplets. What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies ...
The seeds of life— fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by earthly limbs and flesh that's born for death. That is the source of all men's fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the heavens' light, shut up in the body's tomb, a prison dark and deep. (Aeneid VI:843-848)