… penny less Deeper into you than I ever thought I'd be And it's a futile race I'm running Like a hamster on a wheel I never see the circles Does this make any more sense to you Than it does to me? Pictures of us screaming Mounted on a wall …

… or soon be dead Will my thoughts disappear or be read Will I keep speaking the truth? Or will I have trouble going to sleep at night Am I a success? Or just another hard working man Will my soul be free? Will it be trapped behind thoughts forced…

… 1770. The timing of his birth was impeccable, coinciding with international events. While he was enrolled at the University of Cambridge, he frequently visited France. During wartime, he was unable to return to England. When he finally returned to Englan…

… imaginations to a journey through wintertime with his two poems "Desert Places" and "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening". Frost comes from a New England background and these two poems reflect the beautiful scenery that is present in that part of…

… goes, Where life will take us, Noone really knows. Some lay beside the path, Others fall behind, Each has a path to walk, And Each a path to find. Some times the path gets shadowed in, Some times it twists and turns, But when the…

… sarcasm, and ridicule, to attack the vices and follies of humankind. In the context of literature and especially poetry it can also be used to persuade the reader of the authors/poets viewpoint and also to point out the authors conception of various…

… japanese poetry. Haiku is, today, a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three metrical units of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Since early days, there has been confusion between the three related terms Haiku, Hokku and Haikai. The term hokku literally means…

… Street attempting to crawl as if I were a turtle trying to cross the road, I begin to contemplate the true beauty of living in the city. It is now the month where everything should be glooming, pleasing, and living, however it is not. In "the Waste…

… describes the significance of the insignificant characters in paintings. The speaker in the poem is that figure painted behind/beside the subjects of artworks, where he/it speaks out of its existence to us: in the form of a wing, a squire, a distant…

… watch for your breath I know your not dreaming Because this sleep is death And as I stand watching Other walk by Giving you flowers Some stop to cry But still I stand looking Refusing your rest I watch for your breathing Eyes on your chest …