I write songs and
poems when and where I feel like it, but not often and mostly don't bother writing my ideas down so I don't have to deal with making more books and records.
Just off the Old Clare Hotel's colorful lobby, tucked inside a repurposed ATM booth, is a telephone that recites
poems when you pick up the receiver.
I remember writing letters and
poems when I was very young.
I have found that my students immediately become more interested in writing
poems when the poetry templates are unique in shape and have interesting themes.
I write
poems when I don't know how to say what I am feeling.
I am 49 5ft 9 170 pounds take really good care of my mind, my body, and my spirit.I am a very affectionate man.One who will always open your car door for you.Or write a beautiful letter or even
poem when I think of you.I like to talk about every thing at times.and at times I like to just hold...
If you ask the children to put a button in the palm of their hand while you read the poem and see their reaction at the end of
the poem when the button has melted, talk about this and why this happened (this can be a bit messy, but fun).
(Older students may wish to speculate about why Longfellow chose to write
the poem when he did — in 1860.
I got one of my ideas for the visual imagery used in
the poem when I was sitting on a radiator in the dining hall and staring at the stable behind our school.
You can read
the poem when I colla — when I do a poem.
Not exact matches
In his 2017 letter to shareholders, Buffett divulged that he thinks of lines from the 1895
poem «If» by Rudyard Kipling
when big declines in the market happen.
When Bryant posted a
poem on Sunday announcing his departure from the game, the site went down and was offline for much of the day.
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When Homer wrote «The Odyssey» around the 8th Century B.C., he couldn't have known that his epic
poem held an important investment lesson.
When delivered in a staccato mimicking machine - gun fire, the
poem stood up to Forche's best work.
«I first encountered Herbert's
poems at the very beginning of the lower sixth,
when they were a set text for my A-level English class....
When submitting, don't send
poems that sound like national award winners, and if it reads like a «self - important audio essay on NPR,» send it to American Poetry Review instead.
When reading
poems in First Things that delight or disappoint you, feel free to comment.
Their words, carelessly spoken, spent the last 40 days in my home — getting creased and folded, worked over, brushed aside to make room for dinner, stepped on by a toddler, read by my sister, stained with coffee, shoved into a closet
when guests arrive, blacked out, thrown away, turned into
poems, and folded into sailboats and cranes and pigeons that now sit smiling at me from my office window.
Nowadays, though no one doubts that the dramatic detail of the Flight of Helen, the Wrath of Achilles, and the rest, is imaginary, the
poems are treated as valuable sources of evidence for the history of Greece and neighbouring lands shortly before 1000 BC Even our own Arthurian legends, I observe, are now treated seriously by quite serious historians,
when they are seeking for light upon the dark age of Britain.
I don't get it, although I've written a huge book about how God has followed me all my life even
when I wasn't paying him any attention at all — a bit like that popular «Footprints»
poem we all know about and think so comforting.
Who has not in spring,
when the world is a
poem of light and color, delighted in the meadows turning somersaults of joy and «butterflies fluttering up from every little buttercup»?
They allow the
poem to be utterly serious
when its author wants it to be (one can not imagine such playfulness being allowed in the climactic visions of Paradiso XXXIII), and they allow readers to think that Dante is at least as sane as they are.
This same criticism of religion is found in his
poem «Christians and Pagans»: «Men go to God
when they are sore bestead.
But my basic convictions about them were derived not from these philosophers but partly from my being surrounded from birth with the reality in question; partly from Emerson's essays and the works of James and Royce; partly from the
poems of Shelley and Wordsworth (which similarly influenced Whitehead); and most of all from my own experience, reflected upon especially during my two years in the army medical corps,
when I had considerable leisure to think about life and death and other fundamental questions.
When I first read Herbert years ago, I found his
poems to «preach» too much for my liking; Country Parson, however, gives me new appreciation for the blunt morals of his verses.
Blake named God as Urizen or Satan at the very moment
when he discovered the apocalyptic significance of the death of the Christian God — as witness his first prophetic
poem, America.
If we believe in a God, it should be based on our God - given reason and the same joy we experience
when alone in nature, reading a
poem or listening to Mozart.
The entire
poem, so ecstatic about the discovery of the Christic mystery in another, and indeed in the relationship that two lovers forge, ends with an urgent invitation
when the woman sings: Come!
(10) Jayadeva, thus does not need to make a distinction, or choose between the religious and the erotic
when he introduces the subject matter of his
poem by saying:
Late winter, however,
when the chilling winds and numbing routine have taken their toll, is actually the best time to read Auden's Christmas
poem.
When Robert Frost was asked about the meaning of one of his
poems, he eaid it means what it says.
The first stanza of this
poem describes a dynamic, colorful circus world which comes to a halt
when the big top blows off unexpectedly.
The
poem hangs on the berry - bush,
When comes the poet's eye; The street begins to masquerade,
When Shakespeare passes by.
Now I can take delight in enjoying a novel, in writing a
poem, and not feel so guilty
when there on my desk sits the latest theological study on a particular issue.
We didn't understand that
when we read ancient Hebrew prose
poems (like Genesis 1), wisdom literature (like Proverbs), or apocalyptic literature (like Revelation) as if they were science textbooks, we were actually obscuring their meaning.»
When Eliot's life - partner, publisher George Henry Lewes, died in 1878, Eliot immersed herself in «In Memoriam,» the
poem by her friend Alfred Lord Tennyson.
In a
poem I said much the same thing
when a year or two older.
When I left the ministry a year ago and posted it on my site, my good friend in Australia Eleasah Ridley was inspired to write a
poem.
Though long out of print now, More's plays and
poems were immensely popular
when they were written, selling out theaters and earning the plaudits of King George III.
In my
poem «Thomas Tallis to William Byrd,» published in The Burning Fields, I imagine Tallis writing to Byrd
when what scholars now call the Early Modern Age was threatening to bring Christendom to an end.
The Gita, which is part of a massive epic
poem called the Mahabharata, explores the crisis of conscience that faces the warrior Arjuna
when he finds himself opposed in battle by members of his own family.
When he was a child, his mother had him memorize from the Book of Job the
poem about the horse:
The Book of Lamentations plunges one at once into the tragedy which had overtaken the Jewish people, and without momentary release moves forward through
poem after
poem descriptive of the blackness of days
when
Even
when I taught a course at Vanderbilt University divinity school in 1971 called «Forms of Religious Reflection,» in which we looked at the limitations and possibilities for religious reflection of various literary genres (parables, autobiographies, novels,
poems, etc.), I did not know that a movement was aborning concerned with story and autobiography in theological reflection — a movement of which I was soon to feel very much a part.
My favorite ending to the «Footprints in the sand»
poem is where Jesus says: «The times
when you see only one set of footprints is
when we hopped together»
Another
poem describes a moment of road rage conquered,
when he for the first time through the sheer act of will simply forgives and pulls over to the side of the road.
In another of his
poems, «Making Capital,» he attends Sunday mass with his wife after six weeks of «nada, zip & zero,» a dry spell in his poetry, a time
when he «could not make those protean shapes sit still, though / God knows I've tried.»
A
poem of Rilke's about this paradox recalls «the Angel who appeared / to the wrestlers of the Old Testament: /
when the wrestlers» sinews / grew long like metal strings, / he felt them under his fingers / like chords of deep music.»
And
when I asked for more, you sent me
poems, essays, books, articles, encyclopedia entries, and even songs — little gifts that softened my defensive posture by infusing me with fresh curiosity.
I tend to dog - ear pages
when I like something on the page and underline mercilessly (my books are well - loved, to say the least) and I found myself marking up many of her words, many of the
poems that she chose to mark her conversion.