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Could you write your favorite poem?



when you borned the people laugh and you cried, live your live for when you will die all can cry and you can laugh 

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.


sooth=genuine, truth



cam'st= came




It's written in an Old English. A lot of famous poems are written in Old English. It was written a long time ago by Mathew Arnold. It's called Longing.

ah sorry,




I dont want live in the world with you

you finally love me girl.......

the singer of this song is Enrique

but i cant understand all of the song!

sorry ,I dont want to live in the world with out you

: )

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


video of the author reciting the poem -->




Love After Love
By Derek Walcott

The time will come when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving at your own door,
in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

My favorite poem is Khalil Gibran's poem. Because he told about love.

I like this one.i don't know who is the writer.

Do Not Wait...

Don't wait for a smile to be nice.

Don't wait to be loved,to love.

Don't wait to be lonely,to recognize the value of a friend.

Don't wait for the best job,to begin to work.

Don't wait to have a lot,to share a bit.

Don't wait for the fall,to remember the advice.

Don't wait for pain,to believe in prayer.

Don't wait to have time,to be able to serve.

Don't wait for anybody else pain,to ask for apologies.

neither separation to make it up.

Don't wait...

Because you don't know how long it will take...



If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

-e.e. cummings

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