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The epics of Homer, the Iliad and the Odyssey, in Samuel Butler’s famous prose translation. An immortal poetry poem from greece that from ancient past teach us about philosophy, loves and war.
Cold Swimming: Gently, rub me down.This Poem is about the art of cold swimming, and it is an art.You need eventually to be able to breath properly, and pace yourself in cold water, timing is all important, observing the seasons as to how much your 'own' body may take.We're all built differently, some of us have seal skin ;) others paper.But we can all enter cold water for our own purification and enjoyment and that feeling of being blessed. ***** Please leave your Review/feedback, many thanks.***** To see more Poems by the same Author please click the Link HERE: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00SG40RM8To contact the Author: Please add me Mike Miko on Facebook & then message me, thanks.https://www.facebook.com/mike.cco1I will then contact the Author your behalf.Instagram: wild_poetrys / wild.poetry.webs Please Like :)Tiktok: wild_poetrysFB: https://www.facebook.com/New.Poets.CornerWebsite: www.wild-poetry.comTwitter: miko_1_dollar ~ Tumblr : ccobes ~Mostra libro
The Snow Globe is Jenny Pagdin's powerful, sensitive and stark debut collection. Written from first-hand experience, under the glass dome of postpartum psychosis, her poetry depicts a fearsome, glittering inner storm of severe mental illness during new motherhood, moving through illness, through snow flurry and sunshine, to a place of recovery and love. Threaded through this book are illuminating and courageous poems that settle and unsettle in equal measure. They cluster moth-like around spiritual and mythical figures, unravelling and remaking themselves with needlework and yarn, threaded along shorelines and under starry night skies. Jenny Pagdin's skilful and attentive use of a variety of forms reflects multiple and jarring realities – with poems dancing their own chaotic, fragmented and strange glinting beauty towards resolution.Mostra libro
In the poems, Pythagoras is always searching for meaning in patterns—in the caws of crows, the flight of geese—but he is also visited by the random. “But then, without a sign, the crow departs; this randomness of fate gives him a chill./He sees the beauty of wings merged with night …” Was it a random coincidence that I was at the same time writing a book set on an estate with Italianate gardens? Inspired by Lee, I created a poet named Zalman Bronsky who wandered through the Italian gardens composing sonnets, which Lee graciously agreed to write. Immersed in researching the Italian gardens, we traveled to Rome and Sorrento in the summer of 2004. While walking in the Roman Forum Lee discovered a bust of Pythagoras and was inspired to write “Counting Toward the End,” in which “Pythagoras divides the summer dawn/into the cosmos, multiplies by breeze/and quality of drifting yellow light/to calculate how many roses thrive/within the boundary of circling sight.” His calculation conflicts with what he sees and yet his “faith in truth of math endures despite/this failure.”Mostra libro
Sophie is about to become a single mum – a third-generation one – and she's terrified. How will she afford to feed her baby? Or a Deluxe Snuggle Pod? Can she hold on to her job? What if she's crap at parenthood? Surely she can count on her own mum and nan to help... Except her mum's got used to having a life of her own, and doesn't fancy giving up pole-dancing class and Tinder to go back to changing nappies and no sleep. Meanwhile, fresh out of hospital with a broken leg, her nan's having a three-quarter-life crisis of her own. From slammed doors to living-room karaoke, Lydia Marchant's play Mumsy is a sparky, soulful comedy drama about the highs and lows of motherhood. It premiered at Hull Truck Theatre in March 2023.Mostra libro
Inspired by the positive reaction to our earlier bilingual Welsh/English poetry anthology about a Welsh road, A470 Poems for the Road/Cerddi'r Ffordd; we expanded our scope to Welsh rivers - any of them. with over 600 to choose from this proved a rich seam of invention for our Welsh poets, and a wide geographical range within Wales too. Our poets range from novices to luminaries of the Welsh Poetry scene. The outcome - 50 poems in their original language, whether that was English or Welsh, next to a translation, celebrating everything about Welsh rivers, from source to estuary, fresh and clean or culverted and polluted, childhood memory to recent flooding.Mostra libro
Winner of the Max Ritvo Poetry Prize, Ryann Stevenson’s Human Resources is a sobering and perceptive portrait of technology’s impact on connection and power.Human Resources follows a woman working in the male-dominated world of AI, designing women that don’t exist. In discerning verse, she workshops the facial characteristics of a floating head named “Nia,” who her boss calls “his type”; she loses hours researching “June,” an oddly sexualized artificially intelligent oven; and she spends a whole day “trying to break” a female self-improvement bot. The speaker of Stevenson’s poems grapples with uneasiness and isolation, even as she endeavors to solve for these problems in her daily work. She attempts to harness control by eating clean, doing yoga, and searching for age-defying skin care, though she dreams “about the department / that women get reassigned to after they file / harassment complaints.” With sharp, lyrical intelligence, she imagines alternative realities where women exist not for the whims of men but for their own—where they become literal skyscrapers, towering over a world that never appreciated them.Chilling and lucid, Human Resources challenges the minds programming our present and future to consider what serves the collective good. Something perhaps more thoughtful and human, Stevenson writes: “I want to say better.”Mostra libro
