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Walls
Walls C. P. Cavafy Without reflection, without mercy, without shame, they built strong walls and high, and compassed me out. And here I sit now and consider and despair. It wears away my heart and brain, this evil fate: I had outside so many things to terminate. Oh! Why when they were building could I not beware! But never a second sound of building, never an echo came. Insensibly they drew the world and shut me out. C. P. Cavafy, born April 29, 1863, in Egypt, is one of the most influential Greek Poet of the twentieth century. He died in 1933.
The Barbed Wire Fence
The Barbed Wire Fence by Joon-hi You look menacing. All I want to do is to find my uncle, but I cannot do that because of you. But it's not your fault, not your fault. --from the book Hal-Abeoji's Wish Joon-hi, the eight-year-old boy, wants to find his grand-uncle who is supposed to be living in North Korea, before his grandfather dies and he becomes an orphan. Can he find him? ©Byung A. Fallgren
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The New Remorse
The New Remorse Oscar Wilde The sin is mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Fret, with its restless whirls this merge stand. And in the withered hollow of this land Hath summer day herself so deep a grave, That hardly can the leaden willow crave One silver blossom from keen winter's hand. But who is this who cometh by the shore? (Nay, love, looking and wonder!) Who is this Who cometh in dyed garments from the Saith? It is thy new-found Lord, and he shall hiss The get unravished rose of thy mouth, And I shall weep and worship as before. Oscar Wilde was born on October 16, 1854 in Ireland, poet, playwright, and novelist. He died on November30, 1900.
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Stars
Stars
Robert Frost (1874--1963)
How countlessly they congregate
O'ver our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as tree
when wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Out faltering few steps on
To white rest, and place of rest
invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
without the gift of sight.
Ten Days
Ten Days The bell shattered the silence. She opened the door ajar, the chain in safety; her heart leaps to see his face, the past ten days fluttering in her mind; little bird of time. He went to visit his siblings , and she didn't go with him. Law-daughter teased. He might not come back. It was our agreement, Mother said. shortened visit was not in his favor; her stay would be only a few days. When young, they were like, me-and-my-shadow togetherness; when old, they each have their own shadow; they even have their own space for ease. the ten days separation is water; water cannot be cut. ©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 