Poems

Though the torrents from their fountainsRoar down many a craggy steep,Yet they find among the mountainsResting-places calm and deep. Clouds that love through air to hasten,Ere the storm its fury stills,Helmet-like themselves will fastenOn the heads of towering hills. What, if through the frozen centreOf the Alps the Chamois bound,Yet he has a home to enterIn some nook of … [Read more...] about Song Of The Wandering Jew, By: William Wordsworth

Isn’t this what we alwaysdo in a strange city? Beforewe leave the hotel, I studyan A to Z, check google map,try to remember all the streetnames, every twist and turn.You type the destinationin a search engine, press ‘go’,and follow it like a religion.We stay on the pavement, side-tracked by this or that shop, lostin signs we can’t decipher.The city opens its heart to us,traffic … [Read more...] about Tourists, By: Hongwei Bao

Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel!Night has brought the welcome hour,When the weary fingers feelHelp, as if from faery power;Dewy night o'ershades the ground;Turn the swift wheel round and round! Now, beneath the starry sky,Couch the widely-scattered sheep;Ply the pleasant labour, ply!For the spindle, while they sleep,Runs with speed more smooth and fine,Gathering up a … [Read more...] about Song Of The Spinning Wheel, By: William Wordsworth

On Monday night, April 15th in 1985Two gladiators met in a ringThey barely got out aliveThe fans they were in for a treatThey had no idea what was in storeWhen the bell for round one rangStrategy was thrown out the doorA boxer they called the HitmanWhose right hand was hard as stoneHe broke it on Hagler’s bald headBut Marvin barely groanedMarvelous had a chin of steelTook … [Read more...] about War, By: Steven Mcdonald

High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.The words of ancient time I thus translate,A festal strain that hath been silent long:"From town to town, from tower to tower,The red rose is a gladsome flower.Her thirty years of winter past,The red rose is revived at last;She lifts her head for endless spring,For everlasting blossoming:Both … [Read more...] about Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle, By: William Wordsworth