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Three Poems For Mothers

1) Enchanted Christmas Eve! It was in St. Paul, Minnesota, the conservative city... Do you remember, oh brother, of the Christmas Eve Nights? so magical, and eager we were? I can still see the ornaments dangling on the tree. Tranquility was in the house the great sidekick of God and happiness. #2382 5-10-2008 (a poem out of the 50s) of all the holidays in the year my mother loved Christmas the best, and she'd buy a huge tree each year at the market, and my brother and I would hall it home from the market place, and she would put all her ornaments on it, I am still surprised the tree could stand up with all the weight hanging down from it. 2) Written to Mother With simple wings, of magic and music, I entered into life. Now with gray hair how can I forget the silver moon in your heart. #2383/ 5-20-2008 3) Letter from my Mother (Letter received in Augsburg, Germany, 1970) A letter that I was not waiting for a letter I've scarcely read, distracted me from my Army duties. This letter from mother.

Longfellow's Loves

Is it mere coincidence that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Poet of the Heart, " as he was called by his readers, was born in the month of love? Dare we imagine that Cupid arched his bow and aimed his arrow at Longfellow on February 27, 1807, the date of his birth in Portland, Maine? Now center-stage in Maine, the most popular poet of the 19th-century lives on, two hundred years after his birth, in celebrations that honor his legacy, a legacy that embraces poetry for everyone of all ages or education. In keeping with this legacy, Brunswick feets him with festivities ranging from horse-drawn wagon rides and poetry readings to music, art, stage, and dance performances Longfellow Days, the Brunswick Legacy Celebration, begins the first week in February and culminates on the beloved poet's birthday, February 27. Longfellow would be humbled. According to Christoph Irmscher, author of Longfellow Redux, the poet was anything but arrogant. He courted and respected his readers as ardently as he wooded any lady.

Valentines For Longfellow

To know him is to love him. Or so say recent scholars of the now famous Portland native, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-a Bowdoin College graduate and professor-who went on to teach at Harvard, translate Dante, and become known as "Poet of the Heart." So here then are valentines from those who have studied the life of Longfellow: Valentines: 1. Christoph Irmscher, Professor of English, Indiana University, Author of two 2006 books, "Longfellow Redux" and "Public Poet, Private Man": "If I have learned anything from Longfellow it is to not insist too much on the importanceof myself to the rest of the world. Throughout Longfellow's life, he was reluctant to use 'that objectionable pronoun" I. "I also admire Longfellow's non-traditional involvement in his children's lives, his pacifism, his commitment to civil rights and freedom. "In addition, Longfellow's cosmopolitanism has particular meaning at a time when ignorance about other cultures and languages has impoverished our lives. Longfellow spoke nine languages fluently and read another eight with ease;

Longfellow Legend In Maine

Shhh. Don't tell anyone. It's just gossip. And anyway, the only two people who know the truth are Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Susan Chase. And they are not here to defend themselves, so it's not really fair is it? But if you promise, really promise, I'll tell you the story. And it is just a story. Back in 1822 to 1825 when young Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a student at Bowdoin College, he was reportedly seen walking from the Bowdoin College campus out to Pennellville. Now here's where the speculation begins. Did young Henry walk out Mere Point Road and then follow along the shore? Or did he walk as the crow flies? Did he walk out to watch the ships being built in Pennellville by the Pennell shipbuilders? Or did the now famous student walk out to watch the tide come in? Did he sometimes wander over to Bunganuc Road to visit the Samuel Chase family who raised five young women, many of whom married into the Pennell clan? And if so, why? Was it because the youthful poet's maternal grandfather, General Peleg Wadsworth, had become friends with Benjamin Chase, Susan's grandfather, during the Revolutionary War?

Funny 50th Birthday Poem - How To Create A Personal Gift

It can be extremely difficult to find the perfect words when looking for a funny 50th birthday poem. Finding a funny 50th birthday poem that will not only make someone laugh but is special, personal and uplifting can be quite a quest. If you are going to write the poem yourself try to concentrate on funny aspects of the persons personality such as their annoying habits, embarrassing moments or a funny catch phrase they use over and over again. Combining these qualities will help you build a funny 50th birthday poem. There are of course people that are willing to create a funny 50th birthday poem on your behalf. All you need to do is find an online poet, send him or her as much information as you can and they will produce a funny 50th birthday poem for you that is both unique and personal. An example of a funny 50th birthday poem would be Hike It! I would like to tell you a story, I think it will be one you like, because it's about a special person, and a rather special hike. Life has plenty of valleys, with many a mountain to climb, sometimes its hard to find the track, at others its hard to find the rhyme.

Poetry Is A Path

Ha! Life! ---------------The sound of an unstable ceiling fan The window with a permanent landscape. A buzzing noon in this cabin douses The race of life and thirsty deaths it yields. The blood the hands have washed flows down gutter. The earth treasures that in its core and grows Green on the stolen memory of fall. The rust is growing on the sinful feats. The unsent envelopes of letters are Becoming the placid playthings of mice. The message from you is one of them, torn. I look at the unstable ceiling fan. It is so effortless to waste away... That I choose to strike a matchstick instead. a path through these days ------------------------------------- The curse of a dead bird on the footstep. Stop to stoop over the dead-life. Horizon full of death is exploding, See the gust of unfaith it blasts. The corner of cruel eyes slashing through The red sky, the breaking of soul... The path I take to reach the calm sunset Through the streets of dawn, noon and dusk, The path is bleached in colorless blood of Deadly games man plays.

My Epiphany

I was contemplating life, when I had this epiphany; All of a sudden, my life finally made sense to me. My reason was wrong, for my purpose for living; It's not about getting, life's all about giving. All of this time, I thought it was all about me; But choosing to serve, is what set me free. Kindness is an act, we all need to learn; Like a boomerang, all kind acts return. Compassion is cool, it will warm your heart; Accepting others, is a good place to start. Many of us still need to forgive; When you choose to let go, in peace you may live. Love is a word people don't understand; You must first love yourself, before you reach out your hand. I now look at life as a Spiritual Journey; Which means my problems are lessons, and there's no need to worry. When you accept the fact, that your fears an illusion; Just a future projection, there for confusion. Let go of your worries, don't hold onto your fear; When you focus on desires, miracles appear. So what does your heart, truly desire?

The Loves of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Is it mere coincidence that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Poet of the Heart, " as he was called by his readers, was born in the month of love? Dare we imagine that Cupid arched his bow and aimed his arrow at Longfellow on February 27, 1807, the date of his birth in Portland, Maine? Now center-stage in Maine, the most popular poet of the 19th-century lives on, two hundred years after his birth, in celebrations that honor his legacy, a legacy that embraces poetry for everyone of all ages or education. In keeping with this legacy, Brunswick feets him with festivities ranging from horse-drawn wagon rides and poetry readings to music, art, stage, and dance performances Longfellow Days, the Brunswick Legacy Celebration, begins the first week in February and culminates on the beloved poet's birthday, February 27. Longfellow would be humbled. According to Christoph Irmscher, author of Longfellow Redux, the poet was anything but arrogant. He courted and respected his readers as ardently as he wooded any lady.

Valentines for Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To know him is to love him. Or so say recent scholars of the now famous Portland native, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-a Bowdoin College graduate and professor-who went on to teach at Harvard, translate Dante, and become known as "Poet of the Heart." So here then are valentines from those who have studied the life of Longfellow, a mix of both local and national Longfellow aficionados: Valentines: e Christoph Irmscher, Professor of English, Indiana University, Author of two 2006 books, "Longfellow Redux" and "Public Poet, Private Man": "If I have learned anything from Longfellow it is to not insist too much on the importance of myself to the rest of the world. Throughout Longfellow's life, he was reluctant to use 'that objectionable pronoun" I. "I also admire Longfellow's non-traditional involvement in his children's lives, his pacifism, his commitment to civil rights and freedom. "In addition, Longfellow's cosmopolitanism has particular meaning at a time when ignorance about other cultures and languages has impoverished our lives.

The Legend of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Susan Chase in Brunswick, Maine

Shhh. Don't tell anyone. It's just gossip. And anyway, the only two people who know the truth are Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Susan Chase. And they are not here to defend themselves, so it's not really fair is it? But if you promise, really promise, I'll tell you the story. And it is just a story. Back in 1822 to 1825 when young Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a student at Bowdoin College, he was reportedly seen walking from the Bowdoin College campus out to Pennellville. Now here's where the speculation begins. Did young Henry walk out Mere Point Road and then follow along the shore? Or did he walk as the crow flies? Did he walk out to watch the ships being built in Pennellville by the Pennell shipbuilders? Or did the now famous student walk out to watch the tide come in? Did he sometimes wander over to Bunganuc Road to visit the Samuel Chase family who raised five young women, many of whom married into the Pennell clan? And if so, why? Was it because the youthful poet's maternal grandfather, General Peleg Wadsworth, had become friends with Benjamin Chase, Susan's grandfather, during the Revolutionary War?

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