No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thy friend’s Or of thine own were: […]
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My slide into your arpeggio Seemed so steep at the top of that summit I’d climbed so furiously, Tugging and pushing and levering A large, round stone, so Worried by the chance that I might Stand on gravel too long or lose my grip– Upon reaching that peak, I looked about an ocean Spread in
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet
I met a little Elf-man, once, Down where the lilies blow. I asked him why he was so small And why he didn’t grow. He slightly frowned, and with his eye He looked me through and through. “I’m quite as big for me,” said he, “As you are big for you.” by John Kendrick Bangs
The Arts community in Colorado Springs, CO came together to support their local Hear, Here! Poetry Slam team. The team worked together to produce excellent material. If you like what you see and read, you can check out the CD online. As a result of these efforts, some talented artists and the Hear, Here! Team won
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one the senses explore the world, and inform us of all that is for the world is all we know and we all know different. The universe is fractal cousins look alike and yet, you are not your brothers and sisters and certainly not those in far off lands. We cannot answer for each other,