‘Peonies’ by Mary Oliver This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart as the sun rises, as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers and they open — pools of lace, white and pink — and all day the black ants...
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Lire la suiteFrost himself admonished: “You have to be careful of that one; it’s a tricky poem – very tricky.” The last 3 lines mean: "When I am old, like all old men, I shall make a myth of my life." The last three lines actually show how the "story" told in the...
Lire la suiteUK poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy curates a series of 20 original poems by various authors on the theme of climate change A climate poem for today http://www.theguardian.com/environment/series/keep-it-in-the-ground-a-poem-a-day
Lire la suiteI am the person you bullied at schoolI am the person who didn’t know how to be coolI am the person that you alienatedI am the person you ridiculed and hatedI am the person who sat on her ownI am the person who walked home aloneI am the person you scared...
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