You must write for children the same way you write for adults,
only better.
Maxim Gorky, Russian Writer (1868-1936)
Maxim Gorky, Russian Writer (1868-1936)
"But let there be spaces in your togetherness
and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another,
but make not a bond of love:
let it rather be a moving sea
between the shores of your souls."
and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another,
but make not a bond of love:
let it rather be a moving sea
between the shores of your souls."
Gibran
My legacy --
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn...
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn...
"It is not necessary to do great works ... just do little works with great love." -
Mother Teresa
Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats
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on The Listeners by Walter de la Mare, on May 9The promise to return was made so many years in the past that, now that he is able to fulfill that promise there is no one there to bear witness. that's my take on this mysterious poem. Calling out to the spirits before he leaves almost as proof of his return. Very dark and mysterious.
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on (“I found a few old letters...”) by Rabindranath Tagore, on May 9I'm in awe with the way this man writes about women. He treats each of his female counterparts with dignity and respect, such loving words wended their ways from his mind, through his heart and on to the paper. superb! ~Von
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on Poetry by Charles Bukowski, on May 8"I have a hand free I'll jot down a few words" perhaps his thought (not mine) perhaps he should have waited until after he'd finished his meal
The use of the English language, as it is used here for the humble Umbrella is marvellous. He laughs at others getting soaked in the rain whilst he enjoys his perambulations (lovely word). The power of poetry!