Literature Project - Free eBooks Online Do not stand at my grave and weep Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist.[1] Full text[edit] Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. Origins[edit] Mary Frye, who was living in Baltimore at the time, wrote the poem in 1932. Mary Frye circulated the poem privately, never publishing or copyrighting it. The poem was introduced to many in Britain when it was read by the father of a soldier killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. BBC poll[edit] ... Rocky J.
altered books Cut the bindings off of books found at a used book store. Find poems in the pages by the process of obliteration. Put pages in the mail and send them all around the world. Lather, rinse, repeat. This site is a chronicle of a very specific set of collaborations between the artists listed below working on the titles listed below. *loves = referred 200+ people our way loved us on August 21st, 2005 MilkandCookies loved us on August 21st, 2005 The J-Walk Blog loved us on August 22nd, 2005 In4mador! robot wisdomloved us on August 22nd, 2005 MetaFilter loved us on August, 23rd, 2005 G4 Attack of the Show loved us on August 24th, 2005 Oink! mishechkaloved us on November 19th, 2005 granolagirlloved us on November 23rd, 2005 Bifurcated Rivetsloved us on November 28th, 2005 Zaborloved us on November 28th, 2005 zloblogloved us on December 1st, 2005 Glubibulgaloved us on December 1st, 2005 jessickaloved us on December 3rd, 2005 juliepatchouliloved us on December 3rd, 2005 deze-hierloved us on December 11th, 2005
The Secret don't worry, nobody has the beautiful lady, not really, and nobody has the strange and hidden power, nobody is exceptional or wonderful or magic, they only seem to be it's all a trick, an in, a con, don't buy it, don't believe it. the world is packed with billions of people whose lives and deaths are useless and when one of these jumps up and the light of history shines upon them, forget it, it's not what it seems, it's just another act to fool the fools again. there are no strong men, there are no beautiful women. at least, you can die knowing this and you will have the only possible victory.
If You Had A Penis Growing From Your Elbow, You'd Probably Want To Cut It Off... The first time I ever touched someone else’s breasts, it was like discovering the seven wonders of the sexual world. The great pyramid of “God this shit is awesome.” Sometimes people ask me when I knew I was queer. I’m pretty sure I knew before I touched the boob, but after the boob, oh after the boob, everything was made clear to me. One boob, two boob, big boob, small boob to hold them in my hands or mouth or feel them pressed against my chest. I love the back arch, the small sigh. Sometimes people ask me when I knew I was transgender. My body is something I can only love from afar, a mistress I can only caress in secret; it is death by way of choking. I tell myself that top surgery is expensive; it’s dangerous, the backaches from binding aren’t really all that bad. And I don’t want to hate my body for this. My best friend asks me why I want top surgery, a voluntary double mastectomy. these days, I can only love my chest like a good cry. There may be small errors in this transcript.
Japanese Folktales selected and edited by D. L. Ashliman © 1998-2008 Contents Return to D. The Two Frogs Once upon a time in the country of Japan there lived two frogs, one of whom made his home in a ditch near the town of Osaka, on the sea coast, while the other dwelt in a clear little stream which ran through the city of Kyoto. So one fine morning in the spring they both set out along the road that led from Kyoto to Osaka, one from one end and the other from the other. They looked at each other for a moment without speaking, and then fell into conversation, explaining the cause of their meeting so far from their homes. "What a pity we are not bigger," said the Osaka frog; "for then we could see both towns from here, and tell if it is worth our while going on." "Oh, that is easily managed," returned the Kyoto frog. This idea pleased the Osaka frog so much that he at once jumped up and put his front paws on the shoulder of his friend, who had risen also. "Dear me!" The Mirror of Matsuyama Source: F. "Buried!"
Still I Rise | Academy of American Poets Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. She was an author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, performer, singer, and civil rights activist. Among her volumes of poetry are A Brave and Startling Truth (Random House, 1995); The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (1994); Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993); Now Sheba Sings the Song (1987); I Shall Not Be Moved (1990); Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing? In 1959, at the request of Dr. The first black woman director in Hollywood, Angelou wrote, produced, directed, and starred in productions for stage, film, and television. Angelou died on May 28, 2014, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where she had served as Reynolds Professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University since 1982.
Great Books Index - List of Titles An Index to Online Great Books in English Translation To obtain an index of an author's works, including any known online editions of each work, and online articles about that author, select the author's name. To obtain an index of online editions of a particular work, select the name of that work. Then you will be able to scroll up and down to see other works by that author and articles about the author. Authors are listed here in order of their birthdates (insofar as known). The Bible -- Homer -- Aeschylus -- Sophocles -- Euripides -- Herodotus -- Thucydides -- Hippocrates -- Aristophanes -- Plato -- Aristotle -- Euclid -- Archimedes -- Apollonius -- Lucretius -- Virgil -- Tacitus -- Epictetus -- Nicomachus -- Plutarch -- Ptolemy -- Marcus Aurelius -- Galen -- Plotinus -- St Augustine -- The Quran -- St Thomas Aquinas -- Dante -- Chaucer -- Erasmus -- Machiavelli -- Copernicus -- Rabelais -- John Calvin -- Montaigne -- William Gilbert -- Cervantes -- Francis Bacon -- Galileo -- William Shakespeare -- Johannes Kepler -- A.N.
Chaos poem. [Journal of the Simplified Spelling Society, 1994/2 pp27-30 later designated J17] Introduced by Chris Upward A number of readers have been urging republication of The Chaos, the well-known versified catalogue of English spelling irregularities. The SSS Newsletter [later designated J3] carried an incomplete, rather rough version in the summer of 1986 (pp.17-21) under the heading 'Author Unknown', with a parallel transcription into an early form of Cut Spelling. Our stuttering progress towards the present version is of interest, as it testifies to the poem's continuing international impact. As he could not find out his whereabouts, the author presents his warmest thanks, should the latter happen to read this book". Three contributions in 1993-94 then largely filled in the gaps in the picture. The author of The Chaos was a Dutchman, the writer and traveller Dr Gerard Nolst Trenité. Gerard Nolst Trenité. Dearest creature in creation Studying English pronunciation, I will teach you in my verse
Comics masters Not very long ago, a dedicated comics library might have looked less like a rare books room and more like a semi-coherent junk store, containing a three-dimensional scrapbook of out-of-print books, half-completed reprint series, miscellaneous small press magazines, bound photocopies and endless clippings. But the rise of the graphic novel category over the past decade has yielded a rich vein of previously rare or inaccessible archival material in well-designed, library-ready formats: complete comic strip collections, surveys of mid-century comic book genres, art books dedicated to historical and contemporary artists, and other rare pleasures. Today, a dedicated reader could fill several bookshelves with volumes compiled from this thoroughgoing history of comics, and a more casual reader or researcher can easily find the same at a well-stocked library. Rory Hayes was among the most visionary artists to emerge from the underground comix milieu of the late 1960s and early 1970s.
Button Poetry - Neil Hilborn - "Joey" Consider the Lobster: 2000s Archive For 56 years, the Maine Lobster Festival has been drawing crowds with the promise of sun, fun, and fine food. One visitor would argue that the celebration involves a whole lot more. The enormous, pungent, and extremely well marketed Maine Lobster Festival is held every late July in the state’s midcoast region, meaning the western side of Penobscot Bay, the nerve stem of Maine’s lobster industry. Tourism and lobster are the midcoast region’s two main industries, and they’re both warm-weather enterprises, and the Maine Lobster Festival represents less an intersection of the industries than a deliberate collision, joyful and lucrative and loud. For practical purposes, everyone knows what a lobster is. Moreover, a crustacean is an aquatic arthropod of the class Crustacea, which comprises crabs, shrimp, barnacles, lobsters, and freshwater crayfish.
After Silence by Neil Gaiman - the way out is through