Time does not bring relief

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;

I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

the old snows melt from every mountainside,

and last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;

but last year's bitter loving must remain

heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear

to go-so with his memory they brim

and entering with relief some quiet place

where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'

and so, stand stricken, so remembering him.

Edna St Vincent Millay

Conclusion: I must say that although this poem is quite sad and sorrowful I enjoyed reading it since it reflects clearly the feelings the author wants to convey. It has to do with loneliness, memory, unhappiness. As I read it, I could perceive the writer's attitude towards the person he loved and still loves. The writer seems to be someone who has been betrayed or someone who has lost the love of his life.

Cradle song

SLEEP, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.

O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth weak,
Then the dreadful night shall break.

William Blake. 1757–1827


Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900

The little black boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
and gives his light, and gives his heat away;
and flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
comfort in morning, joy in the noonday".

"And we are put on earth a little space,
that we may learn to bear the beams of love;
and these black bodies and this sunburnt face
is but a cloud, and like a shady grove".

For when our souls have learned the heat to bear,
the cloud will vanish; we shall hear his voice
saying:´ Come out from the grove, my love & care,
and round my golden tent like lambs rejoice`".

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me;
and thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
and round the tent of God like lambs we joy,

I'll shade him from the heat, till he can bear
to lean in joy upon our father's knee;
and then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
and be like him, and he will then love me.

William Blake.

After analysing both of the poems I came to the following conclusion:

Both reflect the concepts of kindness, innocence, childhood, love, maternity and sweetness. Besides, two kinds of relationships appear to be important: one between the mother and the child, and the other between God and the children. In the former some values, such as love are present while in the latter the concept of faith is the one that joins God with every child in the world.

Conclusion of The Curse by Arthur C. Clarke

Once I read this science-fiction tale about Shakespeare, I became aware of certain thoughts he had about humanity connected with literature. What called my attention was the way he discribed the future of humanity in his works. He was concerned about things that have no time, such as war, death, greediness, power and destruction. He anticipated to the future and he was not wrong, on the contrary, he was quite certain.

What are writing and reading for me?

Through writing we can express our feelings, emotions, opinions, mood and make the reader explore our world of thoughts.

Reading is the other way round, while we are reading we are led to different worlds that may or may not be connected with the author's universe.

Somehow, writing and reading are closely related since your background, as a reader, always supports your writing. Whenever we write something, our previous knowledge, personal experiences, cultural context are reflected unconsciously in our work

Write at your Peril

Have you ever felt overwhelmed by the everyday life?
Have you ever asked yourself what is the reason why you write?
Have you ever found a place where you feel safe and alive?
I’d like to answer these questions
And you and I may feel alike.

Quite often the overwhelming routine
Makes me feel exhausted
Bad news, indignities, injustice
I urge to escape for a while

I think I found something that can help me
It carries the name of writing
It connects me to the world I’ve ever wish to be

It’s the world of the most beautiful feelings
If you go there you will meet Mrs Peace, Mr. Freedom and Mrs. Anxiety
Oh! and don’t forget to ask for Mrs. Imagination!
she is always over the moon, but she is a nice person.

That is the place where I feel secure
That is the place where I feel alive
That is the world I go
when I escape from my daily life.

Magali Cervígni

I am poem

I am a lover of adventure

I consider myself a self-confident person

I feel like a bird ready to fly

I wonder if my life will be full of unexpected moments

I am a lover of adventure.

Image poems

Loss and sorrow

Cloudy sky
soldiers dead on the ground
houses in ruins

Dark sky
people weeping
blood spilt on the streets.

Friendship
Whispers and giggles
girls, mate and music
secrets and comments
my friends and me.

Magali Cervígni