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E. Dickinson on the Art of Poetry
I like to see it lap the Miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile...
FROST AT MIDNIGHT (First Stanza)
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of...
Fame is a Bee by Emily Dickinson - 1788
Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
ADVICE FROM AN AGING POET
by Al Winans sing like a hammer sings to a nail tread softly through the night where dreams lay like land mines waiting to explode on...
POETRY by Auden
“For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its making where executives Would never want to tamper, flows on south ...
"Sucess is Countest Sweetest"
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host Who...
Our vulnerability during the crisis
We become particularly vulnerable during pandemics because our defense systems are lowered on the one hand and we self-isolate on the...
Causes of COVID-19
This pandemic makes us review our relation to the natural world, especially to animals and the way we treat them. The virus spread out...
The Pandemic Requires Solidarity
During A Pandemic: (1) Keep hygiene - wash hands, disinfect door handles and walls (2) Be cooperative & in solidarity with one another...
Nihilism versus Creative Emptiness
I wonder whether there is a difference between nihilism and an emptiness we sometimes feel which is, in fact, full of creative energy?...