World Poetry 7th Period

SERENITY When I am singing to you, on earth all evil ends: as smooth as your forehead are the gulch and the bramble. When I am singing to you for me all cruel things end: as gentle as your eyelids, the lio n and the jackal.                http://lists.ncc.edu                  The image that complements my poem can be found at https://pixabay.com/photo-2096747/ . This image connects to my poem because it follows the peaceful tone the narrator feels when referring to "you" The image shows still waters which represent a sense of peace. The setting sun also shows the end of a long  day when  the world can be at peace.    Gabriela Mistral was born in Vincuna, Chile. She was the daughter of a poet.Gabriela began writing poetry as a  village school teacher shortly after romance with a railway employee who committed suicide. Gabriela taught  elemen...

 For peace Let there be peace. Let there be peace. The sound of Fauré's Requiem provokes tears even in sunlight. Winter sunshine stretching across the frozen plains, together with all her children: ah, Mother of Mercies! Let there be peace. Let there be ever more peace. At the sound of the Requiem's music offered for the dead, the icy cold of the living is covered and warmed so that truly truly the living, those whose lives are done, and even those who have yet to live, are all united in one sisterhood of souls. Let there be peace. By: Kim Namjo (South Korea) http://anthony.sogang.ac.kr/Kimnamjo.htm   The image represents the ethnicity of the author and how their idea of peace involves a wider variety of people outside of Korea/Asia. pixabay.com In 1951, graduated from Seoul National University College of Education with a degree in Korean Language Education. Work inspiration is based on the tradition of Mo Yunsuk and Noh Cheomyeong She wa...

What the evangelist should have said An American evangelist, preaching salvation, said it was like being on one side of a river, Jesus on the other, arms long as forever reaching to lift you over. But we only knew hope river, sally waters river  - only knew rambling brooks running through the cane as river, a thing you could jump over, or make a way across on stones. We had no imagination of Mississippi or Delaware, rivers so wide they held ships. A saviour with magic arms was pointless. What the evangelist should have said, was: is like when de river come down just like suh and you find yuself at de bottom, slow breathin unda de surface, speakin in bubbles, growin accustomed to fish and deep and dark and forever - salvation is de man with arms like a tractor who reach in fi pull you out of de river, press the flat of him hands against your belly and push the river out of you. poetryarchive.org IMAGE   commons.wikimedia.org BIOGRAPHICAL IN...

http://www.march.afrc.af.mil/News/Article-Display /Article/167757/an-afghan-solution-to-an-afghan-problem/ The Poor BY  ROBERTO SOSA The poor are many and so— impossible to forget. No doubt, as day breaks, they see the buildings where they wish they could live with their children. They can steady the coffin of a constellation on their shoulders. They can wreck the air like furious birds, blocking out the sun. But not knowing these gifts, they enter and exit through mirrors of blood, walking and dying slowly. And so, one cannot forget them. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/55411/the-poor-56d237030735a Biography  Roberto Sosa spent his early life working menial jobs to support his family. He also published his first book in 1969 called , los pobres , and won the adonais prize in Spain. He edited the magazine presente and taught literature in Honduras. Un mundo para todos dvidido , publishe...

Portrait Poem by  Cecilia Meireles I did not have this face of today So calm So sad So thin. Nor these eyes so empty Nor this bitter mouth. I did not have these strengthless  hands So still And cold And dead. I did not realize this change So simple So certain So easy. In what mirror did I lose my face? Image: The image is a guy looking at himself in the mirror with just a dull look. This shows the uneasiness of the guy and his appearances. https://static.pexels.com/photos/765217/pexels-photo-765217.jpeg Biographical Info: Cecilia Meireles was an important poet in the Brazilian Modernism. She is known for nationalistic vanguardism.  She preferred symbolism and traditional forms for her poetry. Her poetry remained intensely personal. She was a key figure in the spiritual and transcended magazine Festa  even though she never emphasized her religious or social stands. At the age of 3 was orphaned and then her grandmother rais...

A Mother in a Refugee Camp A Mother in Refugee Camp by Chinua Achebe No Madonna and Child could touch Her tenderness for a son She soon would have to forget. . . . The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea,Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps Behind blown-empty bellies. Other mothers there Had long ceased to care, but not this one: She held a ghost-smile between her teeth, And in her eyes the memory Of a mother’s pride. . . .She had bathed him And rubbed him down with bare palms.              She took from their bundle of possessions                The rust-colored hair left on his skull And then—humming in her eyes—began carefully to part it. In their former life this was perhaps A little daily act of no consequence Before his breakfast and school; now she did it Like putting flowers on a tiny grave.   The son is the symbol of the ...

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lady/         Juana Ines De La Cruz was born November 12, 1621 in San Miguel Nepantla, Tepetlixpa, Mexico. She was a nun. She defended women's rights in Mexico. She died in Mexico City, Mexico, on April 17, 1695 at the age of 75.