from Memories of President Lincoln
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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
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When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
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GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;
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उसने तो बस घर के बाहर क़ दम रखने की कोशिश की थी,
एक नए चे हरे, एक नए सवेरे को देखने की हिम्मत की थी।
पर शायद, ही शायद - ये जमाना उसकी ये उडान सह न सका, उसकी हिम्मत, चमक, उसकी शबाशी - कोई दे ख ना सका
उसे एक बार फिर पिं जरे की कै द में लौटाने की साजिश की गई थी।
GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
inventors, rulers, warriors, and priests.
Great is Liberty! great is Equality! I am their follower;
Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft! where you sail, I sail,
I weather it out with you, or sink with you.
Great is Youth--equally great is Old Age--great are the Day and
Night;
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Beneath the lanterns, where the light
stretches their shadows soft and thin,
walk women through the quiet night,
their silence heavy with untold tales.
Their heels strike whispers on the wet stone,
like secret clockbeats of another time.
They carry dreams behind their eyes,
but no one reads the words inside.
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Onder lantaarns,waar het licht
hun schaduwen lang en zacht maakt,
lopen vrouwen in de nacht,
hun stilte vol verhalen.
Hun hakken tikken op het natte steen,
als klokslagen van een verborgen tijd.
Ze dragen dromen in hun ogen,
maar niemand leest wat daar geschreven staat.
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उसने तो बस घर के बाहर क़ दम रखने की कोशिश की थी,
एक नए चे हरे, एक नए सवेरे को देखने की हिम्मत की थी।
पर शायद, ही शायद - ये जमाना उसकी ये उडान सह न सका, उसकी हिम्मत, चमक, उसकी शबाशी - कोई दे ख ना सका
उसे एक बार फिर पिं जरे की कै द में लौटाने की साजिश की गई थी।
I want to fly where no one knows, Where midnight sings and soft wind blows.
No weight, no sound, just wings and light, A dream that dances out of sight.
Let me drift, let me be-A song, a breath, a flying sea.
{ Quest : “ We have set out on a quest for true humanity and somewhere on the distant horizon we can see the glittering prize”- Steve Biko }
EXISTENTIALISM
And there pigeon lay
blood dripping from feathers
glazed eyes wounded
a passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
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