POETRY

ANOREXIC – Poem by Eavan Boland

Eavan Boland is an Irish poet and feminist. She was born in Dublin and was educated in London and New York. Her first book (In Her Own Image), established her reputation as a writer (on specifically feminist themes and on the difficulties faced by women poets in a male-dominated literary world). She is professor of English at Stanford University and …

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CHINESE POEMS OF THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY

Many people loves to read. Our proposal call any web-traveler to sit into Meeting Benches info@meetingbenches.com to share written emotions, observing new creative horizons. In his book (How to Read and Why), Harold Bloom says that we should read slowly, with love and with our inner ear cocked. By reading a written description, your mind is responsible for creating that …

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CONTEMPORARY IDIANS POETS

Many people loves to read. Our proposal call any web-traveler to sit into Meeting Benches info@meetingbenches.com to share written emotions, observing new creative horizons. Readers enjoy the arts and improve their imagination. Reading makes you smarter, it improves your memory to discover and create yourself. In his book (How to Read and Why), Harold Bloom says that we should read …

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HE REMAIN A CANADIAN POET – Bliss William Carman

Bliss William Carman, was the great-grandson of United Empire Loyalists, who fled to Nova Scotia after the American Revolution, settling in New Brunswick. Born April 15, 1861 (in Fredericton, New Brunswick) and educated at Collegiate Grammar School, Fredericton, Bliss William Carman entered the University of New Brunswick, where he excelled in classics. Enrolled in Oxford University, he studied physics, mathematics …

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LANGUEDOC/ROUSSILLON – By Hortense Hargreaves, from “Le Ciel est Bleu and other poems”

LANGUEDOC/ROUSSILLON February Hills. Through the snow mimosa stretches. Branch upon branch of glistening yellow Reaches towards ‘Canigou’, mountain of church-like splendour. So many dark days lived by all. Forgotten? Not yet. Cherry orchards. A paradise of fruit so red, so dark, so utterly devoid of shame, waiting for the right moment to please, nodding towards the pine trees, palm trees, …

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CONTEMPORARY AMERICAN POETS – Julie Hill Alger

Her most critically acclaimed poem is Death In the Family (a poem comparing the death of a loved one to the death of a pet). Her poetry is simple: her portrayal of life is written to accentuate that what we think is very important may not be that special in the grand scheme of life. Julie Hill Alger was born …

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POETIC DUTCH SHADES

Vitruvian Man created by Leonardo da Vinci is a design, where a man in two overlapped positions (with arms and legs spread wide), is inscribed in a circle and a square. https://leonardodavinci.stanford.edu/submissions/clabaugh/history/leonardo.html Throughout the centuries, that image has become a cultural icon. Perfectly proportioned, the symmetry of the human anatomy is correlated with the symmetry of the universe. That man …

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ITS PEN NAME WAS LEWIS CARROLL – Charles L. Dodgson: write and create games, as a child

He, the young adult Charles, had curly brown hair and blue or grey eyes, was about 1.83 m tall and slender.Throughout his life, he would suffer strange attacks of memory (this sounds like the writer may have suffered from epilepsy). From a young age, he wrote poetry and short stories. He, the Victorian author Lewis Carroll was born in, 1832, …

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POETRY FROM SWITZERLAND

OUR LIVES ARE SWISS – Poem by Emily Dickinson So still, so cool. Till some odd afternoon the Alps neglect their curtains and we look farther on! Italy stands the other side! While like a guard – between the solemn Alps – the siren Alps forever intervene!                                               PHONE WEATHER – Poem by Ilene Bauer Your phone will inform you …

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EXTREMADURA POEMS

SAN FELIPE – Poetry by Lee Anne Sittler Don’t watch the blooms make love, the visual screams they make, incongruous, dissonant, cantankerous spirits cascading into cloud wisps, re-forming around María trapped in her chapel. María, don’t watch too closely, in summer, the children swimming in the river; the white houses lapping over the river’s edge like abandoned kittens. Don’t watch …

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