Not everyone on this list is dead. In this poem, Duffy offers her valentine an onion, "a moon wrapped in brown paper." But as Duffy continues, an onion "blinds you with tears" and ultimately "Its scent will cling to your fingers, / cling to your knife
"Unending Love," by Rabindranath Tagore.
Apparently, Audrey Hepburn's favorite poem was written by this Bengali poet. And it's easy to see why she loved it. Personally, I'm drawn to a good refrain in a poem. But what really catches me is the epic nature of this love poem that somehow finishes with, "The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours - / And the songs of every poet past and forever." I mean, that's going big, right?
"When You Are Old," by William Butler Yeats.
Here's another goodie. The poem is about love remembered and turns on the line, "But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you." Bittersweet, this poem ends with Love fleeing and hiding "his face amid a crowd of stars
Upon Your Face," by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
I never studied Millay in school and remained outside her orbit for a long time. But when I finally did start reading her poetry, I was swept off my feet. In this poem (another sonnet!), Millay compares looking her beloved's face to looking upon the blinding light of the sun--which is both a compliment and a punishment
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"Valentine," by Carol Ann Duffy.
Not everyone on this list is dead. In this poem, Duffy offers her valentine an onion, "a moon wrapped in brown paper." But as Duffy continues, an onion "blinds you with tears" and ultimately "Its scent will cling to your fingers, / cling to your knife
"Unending Love," by Rabindranath Tagore.
Apparently, Audrey Hepburn's favorite poem was written by this Bengali poet. And it's easy to see why she loved it. Personally, I'm drawn to a good refrain in a poem. But what really catches me is the epic nature of this love poem that somehow finishes with, "The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours - / And the songs of every poet past and forever." I mean, that's going big, right?
"When You Are Old," by William Butler Yeats.
Here's another goodie. The poem is about love remembered and turns on the line, "But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you." Bittersweet, this poem ends with Love fleeing and hiding "his face amid a crowd of stars
Upon Your Face," by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
I never studied Millay in school and remained outside her orbit for a long time. But when I finally did start reading her poetry, I was swept off my feet. In this poem (another sonnet!), Millay compares looking her beloved's face to looking upon the blinding light of the sun--which is both a compliment and a punishment
Explanation:
pili ka lng po
PA BRAINLIEST DIN PO
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I read books, because they take me places
Inside when I look, I see so many faces
Detective stories, there are so many cases
Oh how I love reading books
When I'm at home, I read two or three books
My mom says, she thinks that I'm totally hooked
You would be too, if you would only look
Oh how I love reading books
My dad says, kevin why don't you slow down
There's plenty of books here, from the ceiling to the ground
You read them like candy, you gobble them by the pound
Oh how you love reading books
I find them fascinating, exciting, a tool
I learn about a lot of things that I don't learn in school
I'd rather read books than learn how to be cool
Oh how I love reading books
In these books I learn so many things
Look at the knowledge that these books can bring
I even read one book, and it taught me how to sing
Oh how I love reading books
So if someone says, that reading books is for girls
They don't understand that reading rocks my world
It lifts me, spends me, sends me in a twirl
Oh how I love reading books
If they don't see now, they will in due time
I'll let them read one of these great books of mine
And after they finish, they won't be so blind
Then they'll say, I love reading books
Explanation:
PABRAINLIEST PLEASE