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Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night.
[A poem about sitting] [Dear Friedrich] [Tropical luxuriance] [The clouds told him] [Are Russian cannibals] [An actor pretending] [The dead man] [My guardian angel] [The dog went] [Things were not] [A hen larger] [The old farmer] [The rat kept] [O witches, O poverty] [Once I knew] [The ideal spectator] [Thousands of old men] [My thumb is ...
When I write a poem I am moving into unknown territory and hoping to be surprised by some kind of redemptive eloquence to cast light into dark corners". [1] Following his death, the President of Ireland, Michael D. Higgins , called Longley "a peerless poet".
Missouri Poet Laureate David L. Harrison describes something unexpected he found after checking into a room with a fly in it.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name.
Wikipedia does not cover his epic march across the Alps in detail. --Ghirla-трёп-18:15, 24 June 2007 (UTC) You speak the truth, Ghirla. In such cases, I prefer to say "Wikipedia does not yet cover ....", allowing for the inevitability of such coverage. In time, WP will in some way or another cover all human knowledge.
John Allyn McAlpin Berryman (born John Allyn Smith, Jr.; October 25, 1914 – January 7, 1972) was an American poet and scholar.He was a major figure in American poetry in the second half of the 20th century and is considered a key figure in the "confessional" school of poetry.
The Room Next Door is an adaptation, written by Almodóvar himself, of Sigrid Nunez’s 2020 novel What Are You Going Through, and at first the movie’s tone feels a little strange, untethered to ...