I offer you rosesBuried in your new graveI offer you my wedding gownTo cover your tomb still green with grass. You give me medalsTogether with silver starsAnd the yellow pips on your badgeUnused and still shining. I offer you my youthThe days we were still in loveMy youth died awayWhen they told me the bad... Continue Reading →
Who are you, little i?
who are you, little i(five or six years old)peering from some highwindow; at the goldof November sunset(and feeling: that if dayhas to become nightthis is a beautiful way) -e.e. cummings Summary plus Interpretation of the Poem The poem "Who are you, little i?" by E.E. Cummings, a 20th century American poet, is an unconventionally... Continue Reading →
All the World’s a Stage
All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances,And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.Then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And... Continue Reading →
The Awakening Age
O ye who travel the meridian line,May the vision of a new world within you shine.May eyes that have lived with poverty's rage,See through to the glory of the awakening age.For we are all richly linked in hope,Woven in history, like a mountain rope.Together we can ascend to a new height,Guided by our heart's clearest... Continue Reading →
A Red, Red Rose
O, my love is like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June;O my love is like the melody,That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonny lass,So deep in love am I;And I will love thee still, my dear,Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,And... Continue Reading →
I Was My Own Route
I wanted to be like men wanted me to be:an attempt at life;a game of hide and seek with my being.But I was made of nows,and my feet level on the promissory earthwould not accept walking backwardsand went forward, forward,mocking the ashes to reach the kissof new paths.At each advancing step on my route forwardmy... Continue Reading →
Ramrowriter 