[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear
Stone Telling: The Magazine of Boundary-crossing Poetry
by Shira Lipkin the girl's voice the changeling voice
Poem Starters and Creative Writing Ideas
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The L-Space Web: Death and What Comes Next
The L-Space Web Copyright © Terry Pratchett 2002 When Death met the philosopher, the philosopher said, rather excitedly: "At this point, you realise, I'm both dead and not dead." There was a sigh from Death.
How to Write Better: 7 Instant Fixes
Does your writing stand out? Do you worry whether your writing is good enough? I can see you nodding your head.
Ono no Komachi
Very little is known about this Japanese poetess, and most of it is legendary. She lived around 850 C.E. (b. 834?)
If you were the sky and I were the sea. by Duck
If you were the skyThen I'd be the seaAnd when you shined brightIt would reflect in me.When you're at restThen I am steady.If you wanna get roughI'm always ready.Past closing at the barsIf you show me the starsI'll open right upAnd cast them out far.And on the darkest nightIf you won't shine a light.Then I'm silent alongside youUntil you feel right.We'll meet at the horizonWhere lovers will stareAnd wonder with passionWhy they can't meet there.And you'll share me a kissAs bright as two suns.When they meet in the middleI'll know the days done.And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.Goodnight my love.If you were the sky and I were the sea.
Dick Turpin
Richard "Dick" Turpin (bap. 1705 – 7 April 1739) was an English highwayman whose exploits were romanticised following his execution in York for horse theft. Turpin may have followed his father's profession as a butcher early in life, but by the early 1730s he had joined a gang of deer thieves, and later became a poacher, burglar, horse thief and killer. He is also known for a fictional 200-mile (320 km) overnight ride from London to York on his horse Black Bess, a story that was made famous by the Victorian novelist William Harrison Ainsworth almost 100 years after Turpin's death. Turpin's involvement in the crime for which he is most closely associated—highway robbery—followed the arrest of the other members of his gang in 1735. He then disappeared from public view towards the end of that year, only to resurface in 1737 with two new accomplices, one of whom he may have accidentally shot and killed.
Shake the Dust – This one is for you
A poem that will shake you… “Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans” ~ Anis Mojgani In the back of a large room at Powel’s Bookstore I was half-heartedly listening to a poet I had never heard of. I was checking my email off my phone and wondering what I would scrounge up for dinner. And slowly, like he was lifting my chin up with one finger from my stressed and distracted world, he brought me back.
25 Things Writers Should Stop Doing
I read this cool article last week — “30 Things To Stop Doing To Yourself” — and I thought, hey, heeeey, that’s interesting. Writers might could use their own version of that. So, I started to cobble one together. And, of course, as most of these writing-related posts become, it ended up that for the most part I’m sitting here in the blog yelling at myself first and foremost.
