What the Thrush said John Keats

 

What the Thrush Said

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John Keats

1795 –

1821

O Thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops ’mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phœbus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge—I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge—I have none,
And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.

Dada poem

 And no one is going to conceive.

I am so sorry for your loss of popcorn and your mouth that you wake up.

You missed the point.

It depends on the person who would be an adult to be an adult to be an adult to be an adult and we don't have a better chance to be an adult to be an adult to be an adult to be an atheist and we don't know what I want to carry.

You missed the point.

You are awesome👍!!!? I have a good reason to be an adult to be an atheist.

You can get back in love with potato potato potato potato salad for reason and it down on your mouth that makes men go to Narnia and we don't have a better chance to be an atheist and we can Doritos them in space and the other Bill lives in space and a little more complex than Reagan and never be able to upload anything else that means you're going to conceive the game of thrones.

I like the set of popcorn and the other one is going on to be similar to the writing of the rings and we don't know what to conceive about Trilobites and I don't know what I mean by Orwell or mythology with no popsicles or something like this or something like it a half ago and then I thought solar panels were written like that means you're going through spelled thru the pandemic of popcorn and the water in water and water and water and water and the water in your mouth and your brain will get back to your mouth that you can get through spelled thru the same stuff.

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The Hill We Climb: the Amanda Gorman poem that stole the inauguration show

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The 22-year-old poet wowed the crowd with her reading during Joe Biden’s swearing-in. Here’s the transcript of her text

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When day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry, a sea we must wade.
We’ve braved the belly of the beast.
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace,
and the norms and notions of what “just” is isn’t always justice.
And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it.
Somehow we do it.
Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken,
but simply unfinished.
We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.

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And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine,
but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.
We are striving to forge our union with purpose.
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.
We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.
We seek harm to none and harmony for all.
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew.
That even as we hurt, we hoped.
That even as we tired, we tried.
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious.
Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

A commandment Vasyl Sagaydak 1990

 A commandment

Vasyl Sagaydak 1990

Never let a barbarian on your doorstep, my son –
No matter if he comes with war or with sweet vows.
He will take your house, your bed, and your wife,
And will burn all your books at maidan.

He will bury your language in vocabularies and graves,
And everything you have right now, my son,
He will reweave thread by thread, rewrite word by word,
Rebuild stone by stone, and claim as his own.

*Maidan is a town square. The word originated in the Persian language and came to Ukraine from the Crimean Tatar language.

Oleksandr Oles (1878–1944) – a Ukrainian writer, poet, translator, and activist. Due to persecution for his pro-Ukrainian views, he was forced into immigration to Vienna. There, he headed the Union of Ukrainian Journalists and edited the Ukrainian magazine. His son, Oleh Olzhych, was a Ukrainian poet and political activist who returned to Ukraine and became head of the cultural branch of Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists. For his pro-Ukrainian position, he was arrested, tortured, and killed in 1944.

Dada poem

 Really good does belief in the dark tower.

I am so sorry for your loss of popcorn!

You missed a sci-fi movie about Trilobites and zombies

It depends on what you want.

How about the birds of popcorn and water in your mouth?

You can just learned about that after 9 minutes of playing games.

She didn't even if not.

You are awesome👍!

If Alice was weird enough to get a shot of popcorn, you can do a teleportation with potato potato potato potato potato potato potato potato potato salad for reason and not a dream of your favorite thing?

It's not for info on this site but 8 hours of popcorn and water and water and cold food and never really mind going to conceive them to get the water and cold turkey with potato salad for breakfast and never really eat anything else!

I love you!💖

I like how harry Potter goes into the series and the movie about Trilobites and zombies and other Bill Gates and never really eat anything else from outer space but one thing it down to bind the door of my religion.

Have fun😜 and never really eat anything about Trilobites and zombies and other games in your game of thrones and we get to play with potato potato potato potato potato potato salad for breakfast and never really eat anything else from outer space but one day with no food and water and cold turkey with potato bread and cheese and vegetables and rice and veggies and eggs and food and water and cold turkey with potato salad for breakfast and cheese and vegetables in my mouth?

Definitions of character

 

Booker T. and W.E.B. By Dudley Randall

 Booker T. and W.E.B.

By Dudley Randall

“It seems to me,” said Booker T.,

“It shows a mighty lot of cheek

To study chemistry and Greek

When Mister Charlie needs a hand

To hoe the cotton on his land,

And when Miss Ann looks for a cook,

Why stick your nose inside a book?”

“I don’t agree,” said W.E.B.,

“If I should have the drive to seek

Knowledge of chemistry or Greek,

I’ll do it. Charles and Miss can look

Another place for hand or cook.

Some men rejoice in skill of hand,

And some in cultivating land,

But there are others who maintain

The right to cultivate the brain.”

“It seems to me,” said Booker T.,

“That all you folks have missed the boat

Who shout about the right to vote,

And spend vain days and sleepless nights

In uproar over civil rights.

Just keep your mouths shut, do not grouse,

But work, and save, and buy a house.”

“I don’t agree,” said W.E.B.,

“For what can property avail

If dignity and justice fail.

Unless you help to make the laws,

They’ll steal your house with trumped-up clause.

A rope’s as tight, a fire as hot,

No matter how much cash you’ve got.

Speak soft, and try your little plan,

But as for me, I’ll be a man.”

“It seems to me,” said Booker T.—

“I don’t agree,”

Said W.E.B.