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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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Before I leave the stage
I will sing the only song
I was meant truly to sing.
It is the song
of I AM.
Yes: I am Me
&
You.
WE ARE.
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In your arms,
I'll be alive;
in tomorrow's world.
Whenever I think of you,
my southern region goes tropical,
Reason: You are a mortal, in a godlike shell.
The only challenge;
I lost my lines,
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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.
...
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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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 snow.
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O I dream of an idyllic island
With purest white beaches or golden sands:
Where the sea is saphhire blue. And where one
Can dream the days away, under the sun.
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Books for sale on the banks of the Seine;
Books about poetry, books about
Cuisine and books about rare gardens;
Books about philosophical doubt,
...
In the old library, I tend to reflect
On all the thoughts of the ages collected
In these dusty books. It is good to spend time
Here with the light of knowledge/ wisdom sublime.
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Turtles seek the sea.
For them it is beautiful:
Nature's poetry
...
Blossoming orchard
In late spring: filled with soft pinks,
Purples and rich greens.
...
In the autumn sun,
The leaves rustle and whisper.
Voices in the forest
Seem to softly sing of lost,
...
The best teacher is nature.
It's just that humans are too arrogant.
They use their minds as the ultimate weapon to destroy nature.
I don't know, who did they learn from?
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The adventure of romantic life is not only in love and friendship ever
But also in the profession one performs in various fields in the world like
Arts, literature and science to achieve ambition of one's dream sure;
Dreams and ambition of romantic life are most important to make a mark!
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তোমাতে আমাতে পরতে পরতে
চির বিচ্ছেদ চিরায়ত!
জাগরণে ছেদ স্বপনেও ছেদ
ছেদে হৃদয় ক্ষত বিক্ষত!
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Playing with my head
is a word I found in Robert Herrick (1591-1674) .
The word is 'respasses';
what does it mean and how is it said?
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Whenever, I
Go for a walk in the garden
At the garden gate
He puts his mascara in my eyes
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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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,
...
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
...
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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