Topic: Death

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LnMhy8kDiQ21. My father is run over by a car. He is passed out in the road with a blood alcohol content 4 times the legal limit. I do not cry. Four months later, The nurses lose his pulse, And I wonder whose life Flashed before his eyes. Rewinding VHS tapes Old home videos20.19. I...

By Patrick Roche
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11 September

“if i should sleep with a lady called death”

if i should sleep with a lady called death get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teeth (hips pumping pleasure into hips)Seeing how the limp huddling string of your smile over his body squirms kissingly,i will bring you every spring handfuls of little normal worms.Dress...

By E. E. Cummings
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04 September

The Rose-Bush

A child sleeps under a rose-bush fair, The buds swell out in the soft May air; Sweetly it rests, and on dream-wings flies To play with the angels in Paradise. And the years glide by.A Maiden stands by the rose-bush fair, The dewy blossoms perfume the air; She presses her hand...

By Johann Ludwig Uhland
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24 August

The Approach of Age – Sonnet XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And...

By William Shakespeare
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22 August

The Modern Poet

A Song of DerivationsI come from nothing; but from where Come the undying thoughts I bear? Down, through long links of death and birth, From the past poets of the earth. My immortality is there.I am like the blossom of an hour. But long, long vanished sun and shower Awoke my...

By Alice Meynell
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16 August

History of a Life

Day dawned;—within a curtained room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom.Day closed;—a Child had seen the light: But, for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night.Spring rose;—the lady’s grave was green; And near it, oftentimes, was seen A gentle Boy with thoughtful...

By Bryan Waller Procter
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10 August

Opportunity

Master of human destinies am I. Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel, and mart, and palace—soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate!If sleeping, wake—if feasting, rise before I turn away. It...

By John James Ingalls
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09 August

To-morrow

To-morrow’s action! can that hoary wisdom, Borne down with years, still doat upon to-morrow! The fatal mistress of the young, the lazy, The coward and the fool, condemned to lose An useless life in waiting for to-morrow, To gaze with longing eyes upon...

By Samuel Johnson
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07 August