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Tameson Leann Darden

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Title: The Village Saturday Night By: Giacomo Leopardi From: www.poemhunters.com The damsel from the field returns, The sun is sinking in the west; Her bundle on her head she sets, And in her hand she bears A bunch of roses and of violets. To-morrow is a holiday, And she, as usual, must them wear Upon her bodice, in her hair. The old crone sits among her mates, Upon the stairs, and spins; And, looking at the fading light, Of good old-fashioned times she prates, When she, too, dressed for holidays, And with light heart, and limb as light, Would dance at night With the companions of her merry days. The twilight shades around us close, The sky to deepest blue is turned; From hills and roofs the shadows fall, And the new moon her face of silver shows. And now the cheerful bell Proclaims the coming festival. By its familiar voice How every heart is cheered! The children all in troops, Around the little square Go, leaping here and there, And make a joyful soun
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Tyler Torres

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Happiness is achieved walking thus Happiness is achieved for you, walking Thus, on the edge of a knife blade To our eyes you are a wavering gleam, Afoot, tense ice that fractures; So who loves you most cannot touch you. If you come spirits invaded With sadness and brighten them, your morning Is sweet and troubled like the best on high. But nothing compensates for the cry of the child Whose ball is on flight among the houses Website this came from  http://poetsofmodernity.xyz/POMBR/Italian/Montale.htm#anchor_Toc326745983 https://www.goodfreephotos.com/albums/other-landscapes/women-sitting-on-grass-looking-at-landscape.jpg Eugenio Montale was born on October 12, 1896 at Genoa. He studied literature at the University of Genoa. In 1927 he moved to Florence to work for a publishing house He was the director of the Gabinetto Vieusseux from 1929 to 1938. The subject of Montales poetry is the human condition. Website this came from  http://biography.yourdictionar
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Gregory Sargalis

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Spring by Yun Dong-ju Spring runs within blood vessels like a stream, and on the bank near a stream forsythias, azaleas, and yellow cabbage flowers I, who have endured winter, sprout like grass Joyful robin, fly up from any furrow The blue sky glistens high above https://jaypsong.wordpress.com/category/yun-dong-ju/ https://www.pexels.com/search/purple%20flowers/ Biographical information: Yun Dong-ju was born in Myeongdongchon of north Gando in Manchuria.  He majored in liberal arts at Yeonhui technical school.  In 1938 he published "Shoot at the Moon" in the chosen Ilbo.  He was later arrested with his friend Song Mong-gyu for being a suspect in criminal activity.  In February of 1945 he mysteriously died in prison at the age of 27. http://www.korea.net/NewsFocus/History/view?articleId=133408 Analysis: Yun describes spring as if it is a living thing and life runs through its veins.  By overcoming winter, one is exposed to the beauty of life and cre
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Sabinne Charles

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Hope – star in the skies. Expectation – rocket and star in the skies. Faith – sky full of stars. Certainty – sun shining. Maoilios Caimbeul/Myles Campbell is a poet,novelist and teacher working mainly Scottish Gaelic and living on Skye. The author was born in Staffin, and he served with the Merchant navy and then studied Celtic and history at the University of Edinburgh, graduating in 1976 http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/dochas Even though this poem is very short it shows how these four words "Hope, Expectation, Faith, and Certainty" all relate to the universe around us. Referring to hope as the stars in the sky, inferring that you are possibly filled with hope and have many dreams. Expectation being the rocket, as you shoot to reach your goals in life. And having faith, which is a sky full of stars, and certainty being the shining sun, resembling your knowledge on your goals and dreams.
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Victor-ReyesPerez

Beautiful face That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun So do you Open your face to me as I turn the page. Enchanting smile Any man would be under your spell,  Oh, beauty of a magazine. How many poems have been written to you?  How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?  To your obsessive illusion To you manufacture fantasy. But today I won't make one more Cliché And write this poem to you. No, no more clichés.
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Khalil Green

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Hugo von Hofmannsthal Facts On Hugo Born- February 1, 1874,  Landstraße, Vienna, Austria Movies-  Der Rosenkavalier ,  Everyman Plays-  Jedermann ,  Der Schwierige ,  Electra: A Tragedy in One Act ,  Die Lästigen ,  Venice Saved Parents- Father:   Hugo August Peter Hofmann Mother: Edler von Hofmannsthal Austrian prodigy novelist librettist narrator https://www.britannica.com/biography/Hugo-von-Hofmannsthal About The Poem Experience The valley of dusk was filled  With a silver-grey fragrance, like the moon  Seeping through clouds. But it wasn't night. The silver-grey fragrance of the dark valley Caused my sleepy thoughts to blur, And silently I sank into the weaving, Transparent sea and left my life. What wonderful flowers there were, With dark chalices glowing! A maze of plants Through which a yellow-red light, as if from topazes, glowed in warm streams. All Was filled with a deep swelling Of melancholy music. And this I knew, Even though I could no
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Calise Kerr - Poetry Blog Project

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While Yet These Tears - Poem by Louise Labe While yet these tears have power to flow For hours for ever past away; While yet these swelling sighs allow My faltering voice to breathe a lay; While yet my hand can touch the chords, My tender lute, to wake thy tone; While yet my mind no thought affords, But one remembered dream alone, I ask not death, whate'er my state: But when my eyes can weep no more, My voice is lost, my hand untrue. And when my spirit's fire is o'er, Nor can express the love it knew, Come, Death, and cast thy shadows o'er my fate! 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 The rained heart, as I call it, represents this poem in my opinion. The blue heart represents a cold hart that has gone through something and the rain around it represents the tear the person who carries the heart shed. Louise Labe was a celebrated and well-known poet during the French Renaissance Period. She was born in the early 152
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