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quarta-feira, maio 1

Poet of the month - May

Alfred Austin (1835 - 1913)


Alfred Austin
 
 
"Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think."

"Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are."
 
 

sexta-feira, fevereiro 1

Poet of the Month - February


Shel Silverstein (1930 - 1999)
Shel Silverstein
"I know a way to stay friends forever, There's really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, And you do it."

terça-feira, janeiro 1

Poet of the month - January 2013


Matthew Arnold (1822 - 1888)
Matthew Arnold

Although remembered now for his elegantly argued critical essays, Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) began his career as a poet, winning early recognition as a student at the Rugby School where his father, Thomas Arnold, had earned national acclaim as a strict and innovative headmaster. Arnold also studied at Balliol College, Oxford University. In 1844, after completing his undergraduate degree at Oxford, he returned to Rugby as a teacher of classics. After marrying in 1851, Arnold began work as a gove..

"Culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection."

Poet of the month - January


Langston Hughes (1902 - 1967)
Langston Hughes


"Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you."

sábado, dezembro 1

Poet of the month - December 2012

Shel Silverstein (1930 - 1999)
Shel Silverstein

A truly unique and multi-faceted artist, Shel Silverstein was a renowned poet, playwright, illustrator, screenwriter, and songwriter. Best known for his immensely popular children’s books including The Giving Tree, Falling Up, and A Light in the Attic, Silverstein has delighted tens of millions of readers around the world, becoming one of the most popular and best-loved children's authors of all time. 

Born in Chicago on September 25, 1930...
Poem: Rain by Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.


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"I know a way to stay friends forever, There's really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, And you do it."

quinta-feira, novembro 1

Poet of the month - November


Langston Hughes (1902 - 1967)
Langston Hughes

"Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it."


Poem: Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!


quinta-feira, outubro 25

Poet of the month - October 2012


Pablo Neruda (1904 - 1973)
Pablo Neruda
"The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty."


Poem: Always by Pablo Neruda
I am not jealous
of what came before me.


Come with a man 
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!



Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life!