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A young spring-tender girl
combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.
I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her arrange
Two knights rode forth at early dawn
A-seeking maids to wed,
Said one, "My lady must be fair,
With gold hair on her head."
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?
1. Take a shower you don't want to smell.
2. Pick out an outfit that will blend in with the latest trends and won't make you a laughing stock of the school more than you already are
3. Put on some makeup so you can't even recognize yourself and your face tingles with an unbelievable issue. You can't satisfy otherwise you'll have ruined the hours of meticulous painting you apply to your face.
And the weaver said, 'Speak to us of Clothes.'
And he answered:
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.'
'That made you?' 'Yes.' 'Just the moon and the light it made
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Even the man who is happy
or a hair of sound touches him
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
When the moon was full they came to the water.
some with pitchforks, some with rakes,
some with sieves and ladles,
and one with a silver cup.
In her hair,
And with love,
I've been cutting Peter's hair for a year. When covid lockdown occurred, I learned to cut my brother's hair - and yes, he still has two ears. When I first met Peter, he had a great thick tangle of unkempt black and, in certain light, blue hair. It was sexy as hell, in a lost puppy way.
Then, one Saturday morning last year, as summer began to settle in, he buzz cut it - out of the blue - you might say. When he showed up that morning for breakfast with Lisa and I (we were at Stillman) , Lisa saw him first and turned just in time to see me, see him. She saw my squint as the sign of trouble it was.
I said goodbye to the fields of the Summertime, The loud cries of the village fair. The mist in the vale by the rising sun, To the Girl with the Titian Hair. I said farewell to the Brooks and the Cottage near, To the birds and the songs they do share. The walks in the dusk after long sultry days, To the Girl with the Titian Hair. A lasting look to the Larkspur and the Rose, And the scent that give all to the air, The Oak by the lane where I spoke of the Heart, To the Girl with the Titian Hair. I said goodbye to the Sun setting far in the West, For the Eve's were all burnished and rare. Where she told of her Love for another in wait, For the Girl with the Titian Hair. Now when the frost and the snow of the wintertime come, To strip the dress of the Countryside bare, I will think of a love one Summer Time past. To the Girl with the Titian Hair.
Desert storms still blow today.
Today desert storm blew some sand to where my heads at, I'm once again reminded I'm still there, with sun scorched skin and sand stuck in my hair.
I breathed the dust from Beau Gests lost, I paid the price for Blairs cost, I wish I wasn't here with sun scorched skin and sand still in my hair.
They blew the storm and wont be wrong, my friends and I no longer strong but do they really care for sun scorched toms sand forever in their hair.
You get lost in her hair
You get lost in her hair
You get lost in her hair
In its waves of vineyard
Zahraa Jaber is an Iraqi American entrepreneur, content creator, and influencer. She is the Founder and CEO of Promirose brand hair care nutural products line. Known as promirose, zozo, .she was living in UAE all here life and moved to Michigan USA in 2019.
2021 was the turning point for Zahraa and her husband Waad when they got to explore for somany people on TikTok by sharing funny couples videos and informative videos. On November 07,2021, Zahraa's birthday, she launched the PROMIROSE brand. PROMIROSE means the abbreviated for her husband and her names. Zahraa wants a brand name that is formed from her name and her husband's name Waad because without his support, Promirose would not be born, so Promirose is from two parts PROMi is from promise (Waad) name meaning in English and ROSE Zahraa meaning in English.ZAHRAA's experience as a nurse has allowed her to understand the formulation. She started expanding the brand to include bamboo hair brushes, soon shampoo and conditioner for hair growth and anti-hair fall, and she is working on too many products made from natural ingredients.
So, her main goal was to focus on creating one product that is left on the hair with no need to wash the hair after applying and has a good smell. The goal was focused on women who lost their hair after pregnancy or depression and stressful life, as Zahraa's mother of four boys, she started to see her beautiful hair going so bad by falling. Soon after, Zahraa set up her own company PROMIROSE.COM and later launched her first product, Pomirose hair growth oil. This oil solved not only women's hair problems but also men's and kids aged 3 years old and above
Poets wax eloquent on the tresses
Of fair maidens framing their faces
Like dark clouds surrounding the moon
Or like the coolness of shade at noon
Todesfugue ('Death Fugue')
by Paul Celan
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
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