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His death was tragic — a violent homage to the power of his voice.
His legacy is indomitable — as vibrant and alive today as it has ever been. Written in his own hand from the time he was nineteen, these seventy-two poems embrace his spirit, his energy — and his ultimate message of hope. In , the British parliament passed an Act making the trading and transportation of slaves illegal. This book brings together stories and poems which provide a first-hand account of the horrors of slavery, remembering the brutal and long-lasting inflictions which have shaped millions of lives.
This collection of original stories and poems provides rare insight into the minds of adolescent African American boys.
And Eric takes us on a tour of North Philly on the Fourth of July, when the heat could make a guy go crazy. From the border in the Dominican Republic, to the bustling streets of New York City, Acevedo considers how some bodies must walk through the world as beastly beings. How these forgotten myths be both blessing and birthright.
Some of these encounters are slights, seeming slips of the tongue, and some are intentional offensives in the classroom, at the supermarket, at home, on the tennis court with Serena Williams and the soccer field with Zinedine Zidane, online, on TV-everywhere, all the time. Our addressability is tied to the state of our belonging, Rankine argues, as are our assumptions and expectations of citizenship.
IRL is a sweaty, summertime poem composed like a long text message, rooted in the epic tradition of A. IRL asks, what happens to a modern, queer indigenous person a few generations after his ancestors were alienated from their language, their religion, and their history?
The book is divided into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose. Deals with a different pain. Heals a different heartache. Exploring his past with humor and astounding insight, Connor reminded his fans of why they first fell in love with him on YouTube—and revealed to newcomers how he relates to his millions of dedicated followers.
From Amanda Lovelace, a poetry collection in four parts: The first three sections piece together the life of the author while the final section serves as a note to the reader. This moving book explores love, loss, grief, healing, empowerment, and inspiration. Planets, stars, and constellations feature prominently in this beautiful, original poetry collection from Lang Leav.
The crimson dawn breaks through the clouded east, And waking breezes round the casement pipe; They blow the globes of dew from opening buds, And steal the odors of the sleeping flowers. Poetry Young Adult Literature book lists teen book lists tene poetry. Shooting stars, falling objects. The swallow calls its young ones from the eaves, To dart above their shadows on the lake, Till its. Don't be afraid to express yourself.
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Break the Addiction to Blame: The External Reflects the Internal: Giving Birth Leads to Death and Rebirth: Healing the Father Wound: Which Do You Choose? I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: Till then my windows ache. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. You know how this is: Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to My vague memory of you. I live with pain That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will Make to me an irreperable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing Vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to Glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of Summer pain me; because of you, I again Seek out the signs that precipitate desires: Shooting stars, falling objects. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her.