One Hundred and One Famous Poems: With a Prose Supplement by Roy Jay Cook
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
~Francis William Bourdillon
This old poetry is not necessarily my cup of tea (throw some Bukowski in there with a cup of whiskey and were talking) but I still rate this a solid 5. This is poetry in which you will find some of the most famous lines in history. This is poetry, but in a sense, it is a piece of history as well. The book is capped off with some famous historical documents.
Famous Age Poems by Famous Poets
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Every family has hopes and aspirations for their children. Some may long to send their children to college if the parents have not had that opportunity. Others may aspire for a better life in another country.
Another step forward Two steps back Maturing to quickly Childhood gone in a flash An innocent smile Never quite reaching her eyes Lines on her forehead A picture of her past Loving again But never quite as fast Looking for a purpose But blind to what is right in front of her Searching for happiness But passing him by Finally it dawns She loves him Finally a smile that reaches her eyes She is happy with her coming of age. A beautifully written poem on that tenderest time in a young girls life. Well done! Report Reply. Coming Of Age. Poem by Winter Coulter - Poem Hunter.
Each tin bulwark nether advancing nor retreating, fighting back from being overrun, faithfully defending each bundle inside. Yet, the chill of the enemy is among us, it has broken through in the night. Not a word is spoken unbecoming of a brave little boy, now trembling, holding on to his soft quilted blanket, afraid to become a brave little man. Another childish battle was waged, but not won, early one morning long ago, against the dawning of the age of the 'Real Cold' grandpas know. No one knew it was real, not even the young man. A blast of light!
Before we could read, he would read it to us, and once we began reading he encouraged us to practice by reading it aloud to him at night. The second stanza is the first part of anything I ever memorized. Dad not only had us read from it, but would ask us what we thought it meant. It's got such a beautiful message of how to deal with life and those around you, how to temper yourself but not lose your joy. When I was a kid, my dad would change the last line for me and my sister to 'and what's more, you'll be a woman my daughter' and that just meant the world to me because yes, you can do all these things that a century ago made you a 'man' but you can own them as a woman. For me, it's a perfect metaphor for feeling stuck in life, and learning how to push past that feeling. Everyone, at some point in their life, has felt this sort of sourceless sense of existential dread that comes along with routine.