POETRY

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING – Poetry, by Robert Frost

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING – Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in…

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THE DRIVING IRISH FORCE – William Butler Yeats: my arms are like the twisted thorn

THE FISHERMAN, by William Butler Yeats > Although I can see him still, the freckled man who goes to a…

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CARLO ALBERTO SALUSTRI, ALIAS TRILUSSA – The cynical Roman version of La Fontane: three sonnets

Among the Roman dialect poets, Trilussa (1871/1950), is by far the most well-known and appreciated outside his own hometown. His…

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THINGS GET REARRANGED – Poetry, by Huang Lihai

THINGS GET REARRANGED – The world changes subtly as it goes around. The morning coffee aroma feels like the glow…

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LETTER TO A FRIEND – Poetry, by Ah Xin

LETTER TO A FRIEND – Let me tell you about these sheep. In many ways they are like the ocean…

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THE GREAT YUNNAN KINGDOM – Poetry, by Lang Qibo

THE GREAT YUNNAN KINGDOM – Wumeng likes to sing after a few drinks, and he always sings the same old…

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WHAT IF YOU SLEPT – Poetry, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

WHAT IF YOU SLEPT – What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if…

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IF YOU FORGET ME – Poetry, by Pablo Neruda

IF YOU FORGET ME – I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look…

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ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE – Petry, by William Shakespeare

ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE – All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They…

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A WORLD THAT PLAYS ITS OWN GAME WITH US – Inger Christensen, poems

Christensen's father was a tailor, and her mother a cook before her marriage, but Inger Christensen (1935/2009, born in Vejle…

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