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"Lines" is a poem written by English writer Emily Brontë (1818–1848) in December 1837. It is understood that the poem was written in the Haworth parsonage, two years after Brontë had left Roe Head, where she was unable to settle as a pupil. At that time, she had already lived through the death of her mother and two of her sisters.
Love Is Not All: It Is Not Meat nor Drink is a 1931 poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, written during the Great Depression. [1]The poem was included in her collection Fatal Interview, a sequence of 52 sonnets, appearing alongside other sonnets such as "I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields," and "Love me no more, now let the god depart," rejoicing in romantic language and vulnerability. [2]
[a] The poem is also known as phainetai moi (φαίνεταί μοι lit. ' It seems to me ') after the opening words of its first line. It is one of Sappho's most famous poems, describing her love for a young woman. Fragment 31 has been the subject of numerous translations and adaptations from ancient times to the present day.
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A clerihew (/ ˈ k l ɛr ɪ h j uː /) is a whimsical, four-line biographical poem of a type invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley.The first line is the name of the poem's subject, usually a famous person, and the remainder puts the subject in an absurd light or reveals something unknown or spurious about the subject.
The poem is written in the voice of an old woman in a nursing home who is reflecting upon her life. Crabbit is Scots for "bad-tempered" or "grumpy". The poem appeared in the Nursing Mirror in December 1972 without attribution. Phyllis McCormack explained in a letter to the journal that she wrote the poem in 1966 for her hospital newsletter. [4]
We Real Cool" is a poem written in 1959 by poet Gwendolyn Brooks and published in her 1960 book The Bean Eaters, her third collection of poetry. The poem has been featured on broadsides, re-printed in literature textbooks and is widely studied in literature classes. It is cited as "one of the most celebrated examples of jazz poetry". [1] [2] [3]
This line is inscribed on Stanley's gravestone (source, 2004 photography found at chebucto.ns.ca subdirectory Philosophy subdirectory Sui-Generis sub directory Emerson file monument dot jpg; The poem was in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations in the 1930s or 1940s but was removed in the 1960s. [5] It was again included in the seventeenth edition.