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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
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Though sixteen years have passed by,
I still cannot erase from my memory,
The floods that came in like a Tsunami wave
On 26th July 2005 into Mumbai.
It's a date unforgettable!
Those who have experienced the 2005 floods,
Would comprehend its fierce intensity and
The severe destruction caused by its raging waters.
Until and unless a frightening experience hits you,
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Y cuando la vi por primera vez,
mi corazón gritó desenfrenado
dejando escapar el espíritu
enamorado en mi alma…
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Triste pensaba en un adiós,
la brisa pasaba acariciándome,
lágrimas envueltas en sollozos
humedecidos en desconsuelo
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Mimosas miradas flotan gozosas entre
la niebla embozada de incertidumbres
que bailarina se esparce sobre el petricor
alfombrado de seducciones ávidas…
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Siento un Supremo placer que conmueve,
sus ojos anchos y parpados velan un espectro
que se asoma bajo las pestañas ruborizadas
por un gesto gozoso que deja sin respiro la
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Versos encanecidos por la ausencia del tiempo,
viejo sin afecto de hijos que olvidaron su cuido,
niños huérfanos por azares de la injusta vida,
noches duermen sin huéspedes sobre un amanecer,
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Infancia tranquila en la sonrisa de recuerdos
adormecidos sobre una magia sutil renovadora
que salpica pensamientos fluidos revoloteando
por los sentimientos ebrios de un chico sensible…
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In this classroom of life
The teacher is the Silence within
The lesson is Nothingness
The classroom is Emptiness
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Flautas improvisan finas notas con maestría de
sonidos melancólicos que se alegran al acorde
tierno de versos llenos de éxtasis enamorando
al bailarín gentil que danza con destreza…
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Bees and butterflies in rapid decline, lost forever
Vital for the human food chain and survival
Pollenating plants, fruit, crops, nourishing growth
Forsaken through bad stewardship and selfishness
...
overlooking the wood
there was a hole
in my bedroom
gone unfilled/
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I could hear my birth sounds
I could move my body
I could open and close my eyes
But in fact I was dead
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Memorias solitarias como bosque silencioso
permiten respirar el perfume de azucenas y
de los mirtos que frescos se mecen con la brisa,
allí en la calma el sereno humecta la mente y los
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; A rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
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As you see universally
There is a great fall
Let love stretch its hands being universal
To love and teach us to love all,
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Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
I.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
...
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Long ago the Gladiators,
When the call to combat came,
Marching past the massed spectators,
Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim!
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