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Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To face God's grace ahead There are no more trenchesTo dig today? In the plant of your head,So-: Bow down, bow down,Ol' barbaric poet! Death rides the horse ahead I hear the crackling of a whip See the distraught eyes of death.He order you to his den- The devil and his wind,So-: Bow down, bow down Your blood tainted brows He will take you to the edge.
Lord Byrons She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron's aperture limerick to "She Walks In Beauty" is among the most memorable and most quoted lines in romantic poetry. The cavity lines are effortless, graceful, and beautiful, a apt match for his poem about a woman who possesses unforced grace and beauty.
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he spoken an appeal in religion and later in life Kamalakanta established admittance into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya.
I Shall Wait...
I Shall Wait..
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be a poet, or tomorrow's literary giant? Questions many a undergraduate has asked, from Harvard all the way to the commune academy in one's hometown. What is the answer? Well, I can give you mine, and I'm sure if you asked a hundred writers, or a hundred scholars, you'd get two hundred another answers.
Write Your Way to Fame
Have you ever accepted wisdom about how nice it would be to see your poem discussed in the New York Times? Think you have what it takes to be converted into a illustrious poet? Well the disastrous truth is that no one has what it takes to be a illustrious poet. Here's a barely exercise: Name the most eminent contemporary poet you can think of.
The Treasure of Catalina Huanca (In English and Spanish)
Note: printed after bearing in mind the diminutive adobe 16th century minster San Sebastian, in San Jeronimo, by the mountains of Huancayo, Peru, after being taken there by the Wandering Quechua guide, Enrique (4-13-2005).The Treasure of Catalina HuancaWritten by Dennis L.
Breathing-in, Minnesota [a poem: now in Spanish and English]
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In buckets, buckets and more buckets-: drops Likened to music from its many streams-land Of ten-thousand lakes; moistened gravel, gravel Everywhere?Grandpa sits on the porch-daydreaming of, of Something, maybe coldness about the corner-; As the flies disappear, with the mosquitoes? Leaves will soon vanish, gloom will come earlyMaybe he's belief about summer: miles and miles And miles and miles of cornfields; his childhood now Long gone, he hums a hymn, a song; looking at the Metal-piped fence, he made, with three poles, on the Embankment, important up the steps to the porch; It's worn-out like him.The winds in Minnesota smell fresh, fresh from all The foliage, there's a lot of it.
Two Poems and an Breakdown ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']
Two Poems and an Breakdown ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']WitnessMy face belongs to whoever sees it Everything has a gist but life Even the bugs strive for existence God saved man, from God Ghosts have lonely sins Her bones are stones Up and down the hill Gardens blossom Spotless skies Dramatists August I can not rest!..
Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English]
1.Night in Jamaica [Peruvianism: 1810]It was a rainy night they say When don Simon Bolivar Slept in the arms of beautiful -Luisa Crober (of Jamaica); thus an Assassin missed his mark When he stabbed Major Amestoy Sleeping in the dark In Bolivar's hammock!.
To My Friend, With Love
All is still; all quiet; The world seems to be at peace. My soul is singing its cadenced melody And I'm led like in a dream to write its tunes.
The Lull of Nightfall [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down over the Mantaro Valley of Peru.
Africa - Wheres The Profit?
A poetic analysis that just welled up contained by my head - why cant we just do amazing - ahead of many more are dead?How pious those politicians are, When up there on T.V.
The Exit Poems [Iron and Fire & No Heroes]
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be allay by fire- grows hard in the cold; and all the gates therein are, as it was, bunged again. So, often are those misled? by luxury and pride, who push meekness aside-: thus, exchange their vanity and perfection their virtue? and in the end, they all collided.
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to its glory in the Rio Valley-for a season; then let it be gone, we shall call it Copan?"Prologue: Empires come and go, liken to cosmic events, or the storms about the world: Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca Nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Chief America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time.
I AM SO Indebted for simpler times. Stores were congested on Sundays, TV shows seemed to make more sense, Family members spent ample time with each other, And associates were valued more than things.
Blind Designs [a Poem] and a Note by Rosa on The Other Door
Blind DesignsBorn today, gone tomorrow Like a butterfly with no stomach Born n the morning, dead by night Oh-let me whisper Oh-let me cry What man has not learned? What man will not learn! In his pomposity, his expression With his abstract concepts With his intellect With his creativeness He has befit enslaved By-them? By them all, he will fall. Ah! Yes-abstract concepts Bombast and language His intellect His cleverness This he plants behind To his decedents!.
Our home was warm in the shade of the trees or when the sun was not upon it.It was built on the side of a hill, near a lake where spirits could be free.
The Power of Consumption Disorders
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what you might see.
A Ship to Remember
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