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Accordingly, the meaning might be: 'when we have unwound and worked off this coil of mortality.' In this way, the length of our life is metaphorically the length of thread that is coiled on a spool, a metaphor related to the ancient Greek mythological figures of the Fates. As humans live, the thread is unwound from the coil by the shuttle of ...
In 1933, he distributed the poem in the form of a Christmas card, [1] now officially titled "Desiderata." [2] Psychiatrist Merrill Moore distributed more than 1,000 unattributed copies to his patients and soldiers during World War II. [1] After Ehrmann died in 1945, his widow published the work in 1948 in The Poems of Max Ehrmann. The 1948 ...
"Life's a climb. But the view is great." There are times when things seemingly go to plan, and there are other moments when nothing works out. During those instances, you might feel lost.
Poems Composed or Suggested during a Tour in the Summer of 1833 1835 Stanzas suggested in a Steamboat off St. Bees' Head, on the coast of Cumberland 1833 "If Life were slumber on a bed of down," Poems Composed or Suggested during a Tour in the Summer of 1833 1835 In the Channel, between the coast of Cumberland and the Isle of Man 1833
"Not Waving but Drowning" is a poem by the British poet Stevie Smith.It was published in 1957, as part of a collection of the same title. [1] The most famous of Smith's poems, [2] it gives an account of a drowned man, whose distant movements in the water had been mistaken for waving. [3]
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The first-century CE rabbi Tarfon is quoted as saying "The day is short, the labor vast, the workers are lazy, the reward great, the Master urgent." (Avot 2:15). A light-hearted version in England, thought to have originated in Shropshire, is the pun "Bars longa, vita brevis" i.e. so many bars (or pubs) to visit, in so short a life.
In 1885 Davies wrote his first poem entitled "Death." In Poet's Pilgrimage (1918) Davies recalls that, at the age of 14, he was left with orders to sit with his dying grandfather. He missed the final moments of his grandfather's life as he was too engrossed in reading "a very interesting book of wild adventure." [6]