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His Day is Done by Maya Angelou

His Day is Done by Maya Angelou

This is the official tribute of Nelson Mandela from the American people at the time of his death.  An amazing poem.  Beautiful and serene, read by Maya Angelou who has a captivating voice.  I highly recommend that you take a few minutes to listen.  Reading […]

August: The Landscape Without You

August: The Landscape Without You

In the cruel light of a dead afternoon he rises from the bed plunging through liquid walls into the world’s ever-greenness. Across the lost fields a hot wind drizzles ash. Laser-blue petals lift their tongues to a cryptic sky. The air blinks and turns to […]

the soul of Sindh

the soul of Sindh

O friend, why are you still inclined to waste paper and ink? Go forth and try to find the source where words were formed. ~Shah Abdul Latif Bhitae Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai  was a devout Muslim Sufi, but his spirituality was broad and welcoming, making […]

The Lama, the book and Leonard Cohen

The Lama, the book and Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen narrates a film on The Tibetan Book of the Dead, featuring His Holiness the Dalai Lama (1994) 5 part video series, an hour in total. According to Buddhist scholar and translator Robert Thurman (father of Uma), The Tibetan Book of the Dead, or Bardo Thodol, “organizes the […]

Opening of battle at Gettysburg in poem

Opening of battle at Gettysburg in poem

The Opening of the Battle of Gettysburg by Laura Searing (Howard Glyndon) text Laura Redden Searing (1839-1923) was a deaf poet and journalist.   In 1861, Laura Redden Searing was sent by the St. Louis Republican to Washington D.C. to cover and document the American Civil War.  She was a pro-Union loyalist and […]

We Real Cool

We Real Cool

We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon. ~ Gwendolyn Brooks,1959 Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000) was a poet, the first African-American to win a Pulitzer Prize in literature,and the Inaugural […]

unknown titled poem by Marie Howe

unknown titled poem by Marie Howe

Bedeviled human your plight in waking is to choose from the words that even now sleep on your tongue and to know that tangled among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life. ~Marie Howe Related articles Official website http://www.mariehowe.com An […]


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