Leuconoe, why try to know
The future, which cannot be known?
By: RUDYARD KIPLING If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
By: Charles Bukowski there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the averagehuman being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach
I pass by his house,Finding its door open.My beloved stands beside his mother,His siblings all around him.He looks at me as I pass,(But) I alone rejoice.Had his mother known my heart,She would
By: Percy Bysshe Shelley O! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair As star-beams among twilight trees:— Such lovely ministers
Thirty spokes
meet in the hub.
By: Pablo Neruda My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I’ll join him right there, but now he’s gone with his
By: Euripides N heaven-high musings and many, Far-seeking and deep debate, Of strong things find I not any That is as the strength of Fate. Help nor healing is told In soothsayings
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench
Leuconoe, why try to know
The future, which cannot be known?
A Poem By Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish