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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 ...
After he began at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then a reporter, his first poem appeared on 11 December 1898. He became a naturalized citizen in 1902. For 40 years, Guest was widely read throughout North America, and his sentimental, optimistic poems were in the same vein as the light verse of Nick Kenny, who wrote syndicated columns during the same decades.
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
Gone From My Sight", also known as the "Parable of Immortality" and "What Is Dying" is a poem (or prose poem) presumably written by the Rev. Luther F. Beecher (1813–1903), cousin of Henry Ward Beecher and Harriet Beecher Stowe. At least three publications credit the poem to Luther Beecher in printings shortly after his death in 1904. [1]
A celebration of life is all about honoring the life of the person you've lost rather than mourning their death. Undoubtedly, grief is terrible and confusing to wade through after the loss of ...
"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]
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.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Born in Dayton, Ohio, to parents who had been enslaved in Kentucky before the American Civil War, Dunbar began writing stories and verse when he was a child.