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John Updike THE JOLLY WEATHERPERSONS on television, always eager for ratings-boosting disasters, had. predicted a fierce autumn storm for New England, with driving rain and high winds. Evan Morris, who worked at home while his Wife, Camilla, managed a boutique on Boston's Newbury Street, glanced out of his windows now and then at the swaying trees-oaks still tenacious of their rusty leaves, maples letting g0 in gusts of gold and red-but was unimpressed by the hyped news event. Rain came down heavily a half-hour at a time, then pulled back into a silvery sky of fast-moving fuzzy-bottomed clouds. The worst seemed to be over when, in mid afternoon, his computer died under his eyes. ... read more Eva Rosehill
The Sparrow As radiant sun spills over the dull horizon, Orange light floods across the gentle fields, Illuminating the cracked and distant land, The bountiful golden yields, There, lies a tender swift sparrow, Which from those touching crops emerges, And greets the yellow dawn with wide spread wings, Those wide spread divergent wings. ... read more Edelweiss in the high alps
Griffiths Mmalebjane Mmotla Dear noble white, you’re small yet warmly wooled Flowing along the leaves, Like a tuft among other flowers Oh, wild high-mountained root A figure of rugged beauty and purity you are, Your dense hair appears in golden form ... read more Falling leaves
Mothupi Makwesha Jacob I loved a woman; kept it secret for she is a leaf; She belongs to the howling of winds; Seasoned to not wait for dawn to summon Her to the harmonious mirth of chirping birds. I remembered how to let her go with passing Moments for I wasn’t one with them, I was merely A street sweeper with time to kill. ... read more Telephone Call
Dorothy Parker PLEASE, God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now. I won't ask anything else of You, truly I won't. It isn't very much to ask. It would be so little to You, God, such a little, little thing. Only let him telephone now. Please, God. Please, please, please. If I didn't think about it, maybe the telephone might ring. Sometimes it does that. If I could think of something else. If I could think of something else. Knobby if I counted five hundred by fives, it might ring by that time. I'll count slowly. I won't cheat. And if it rings when I get to three hundred, I won't stop; I won't answer it until I get to five hundred. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty.... Oh, please ring. Please. ... read more The Last Romantic
Romeo D. Matshaba Our second date, was there a diminutive feasibility that today would be as enchanting and delightful as that magical day before? But there was nothing in the laws of physics that denied me repeated marvelty, for I have always believed the same laws which keep the planets in their orb are not dissimilar to those which govern and swivel our hearts. I waited anxiously for her call, akin to a boy just before Christmas “A few minutes now,” I muttered to myself, as I starred at the clock on the wall, which took its precious time to arrive at 4p.m, procrastinating to reach there as if 4 was its fearsome foe… my eyes alternated between my mobile and that clock on the wall. My hair was tremendously combed and my breath was fresh. She had told me she would call, and I believed she would call. ... read more Continual conversation with a silent man
Wallace Stevens The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die-- The broken cartwheel on the hill. As if, in the presence of the sea, ... read more Revenge
Leticia lizabeth Landon Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air Her breath perfumed the while; And wake for her the gifted line, That wild and witching lay, ... read more A heart of darkness
Lebogang Sewela When streams won’t flow any more, that moment when you feel like your soul is absconding in you and you try so hard to latch it but it’s just too late and it hits you that you’ve been knocked. That moment when you are trying to hold on tight to something valuable because you believe in it, but then again you still can see that that something is fragmented. But the solid love, patience, perseverance that resides within your heart refutes you from forgoing the rope. You keep on holding on and holding on with Hopes that the streams will flow again. You rely on this Hope that seems to be the only thing left. When you think that “Hope” has got your back, yet it also disappoints you when it loses the battle and decays. In this above scenario one cannot help but feel defeated. There’s nothing to fight for and now everything is deemed, and the heart remains to be in darkness. ... read more Teachings of life
Romeo D. Matshaba Retreat from too much and do not think little of little, Strive towards your dreams, no matter the dreams of the day. Do not love too much when love is alive, Do not love too long when love is spent. Believe in something; whatever it may be, Fight for your beliefs; whatever they may be. Do not close your mind too hardly or judge too easily, Do not trade with hate, for hate will consume you. ... read more Prayer before birth
Louis Macneice I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the Clubfooted ghoul come near me. I am not yet born, console me. I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, With strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me, on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me I am not yet born; provide me With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me. ... read more If
Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: ... read more The Boogeyman
Stephen King 'I came to you because I want to tell my story,' the man on Dr Harper's couch was saying. The man was Lester Billings from Waterbury, Connecticut. According to the history taken from Nurse Vickers, he was twenty-eight, employed by an industrial firm in New York, divorced, and the father of three children. All deceased. 'I can't go to a priest because I'm not a Catholic. I can't go to a lawyer because I haven't done anything to consult a lawyer about. All I did was kill my kids. One at a time. Killed them all.' Dr Harper turned on the tape recorder. Billings lay straight as a yardstick on the couch, not giving it an inch of himself. His feet protruded stiffly over the end. Picture of a man enduring necessary humiliation. His hands were folded corpselike on his chest. His face was carefully set.. He looked at the plain white composition ceiling as if seeing scenes and pictures played out there. 'Do you mean you actually killed them, or -' ... read more Dear daddy
Tumi When I was formed you looked forward to all times coming, I was born and you held me tight, fell in love like you were to marry me. Showed me how to ride a bike and warned me about fire. Carried me over rushing rivers and shielded me from rainy days. I walked by you like shadow, but you still went astray, ...read more You cannot know the fears I have
Shabbir Banoobhai You cannot know the fears I have As I think about you I fear that I shall live only at your laughter Lie awake long nights while you sleep So loneliness does not trouble you Nor hunger, nor thirst ... read more |
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