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The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
It’s colorful buds peeking from the Earth,
Having no voice as it looks to the sun.
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.

Coronavirus Poem Second Wave
Our lives have changed
Like never before I can't hug
Or kiss my beautiful mother like before

"On board the Petrel, in St
Lucia's bay,
Of yellow fever—aged twenty-nine
" "Who did you say, my lady

If suddenly you do not exist,if suddenly you no longer live,
I shall live on
I do not dare,
I do not dare to write it,if you die

The plunging limbers over the shattered track Racketed with their rusty freight, Stuck out like many crowns of thorns, And the rusty stakes like sceptres old To stay the flood of brutish men Upon our brothers dear
The wheels lurched over spra...

The old guy put down his beer
Son, he said,      (and a girl came over to the table where we were:      asked us by Jack Christ to buy her a drink
)  Son,
I am going to tell you something  The like of which nobody was ever told

Each afternoon in Granada,each afternoon, a child dies
Each afternoon the water sits downand chats with its companions
The dead wear mossy wings
The cloudy wind and the clear windare two pheasants in flight through the towers,and th...

Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to
Into thine hour of secrecy
Be silent in that solitude,

The young dead soldiers do not speak
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them
They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts
They say:

Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:
To-day around him surges from the silences of TimeA flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad,
Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God

I see that wreath which doth the wearer arm 'Gainst the quick strokes of thunder, is no charm To keep off deaths pale dart
For,
Johnson then Thou hadst been number'd still with living men
Times sithe had fear'd thy Lawrel to invade,

AN
GY
Addressed to a Lady, who was affected at seeing
Funeral of a nameless Pauper, buried at the ex-pense of the Parish, in the Church-Yard at Bright-helmstone, in November 1792