Sunt Poems - Poems about Sunt

...Martial Translations Coq au vin (Cook or wine) by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 1. Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe, but are you merely an éclair to ......

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...I Have Labored Sore anonymous medieval lyric (circa the fifteenth century) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I have labored sore / and suffered death, so now I rest / and ca......

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...Deor's Lament (Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem circa the 10th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Weland endured the agony of exile: an indomitable smith wracked by ......

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...From Cabin Boy To Grateful Recollections By Old Sailor Kindness, heart and deep joy, as I remember you I child, a mere boy, innocent without a clue. Your attention and love, a blessing warm and ......

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...Aspirations Born From Deep, Weeping Tears In his land of anguished, slow dying moans red-blood tides and dark demonic tones dawns of heartbreak, desperation in graves faint sad echoes that cry,......

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...Then father broke her thinking with rebuff. "Shhh! You're talking to yourself. Everybody's looking. They can hear. You're not saying Mass. Be more respectful!" And she complied, not wanting t......

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...destule despre basmelor care apar?in mort în cazul în care acestea sunt în car?i Childrens . aceasta este via?a reala mine ?i tine . esti gata pentru acest test ? numai cei care se dovedesc a fi demn......

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...O cortina asurzitoare cade anun?ând prin cei patru ca foametea a încetat, iar totul e infinit. Caut o lumina, dar culori amare ma orbesc. Bezna ma-nconjoara, ne cuprinde pe toti; ochii nu-mi......

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...Words are the quintessential mystical fabric and common medium of all poetry. Words often portray what the poet sees, senses, feels, imagines, and even dreams. The very magic of poetry comes to lif......

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...I was buried fifteen years ago. During that ferocious Harmattan- And the call of Beelzebub's ban. How I baked beneath the Earth! And went for days, famished and unfed. Now I start to underst......

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...manifest pentru pace (antipoezie) traim sub tunuri ?i avioane cu armele încarcate cu propriile noastre pacate traim pe timp de pace sau razboi (who cares?... nobody gives a ****!) ma......

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...The first forgotten (non erit finis) was the I, (non est) and who would not, (in phasmatis reverentia) for my (Et credo) expanded world (universitas) climbed in (saecula saeculorum) and even God (p......

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...Father I pray that you will touch my heart as I piece this entry, let my ink flow onto this paper Caress my heart as it cracks, amend my broken spirit that hungers for your word Father Set your eye......

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...tu vedes mihi se voles et in loci que voles, ego sum diversus- scribo versum, entro spaci Mnemosiae,- rosae sunt in verbi, dolori et desideri, et verae sunt gratitudinae da cordi a medici Hos......

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