My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows. I think,
Category: Poetry
For my English this week, my task was to write an essay on a poem of my choice. I chose “London” by William Blake, and here is the essay 🙂
The menace of the night was closing in.We, unsuspecting victims, fell into it,as into a mass grave lying in wait.The deep dark void surrounded us,wrapping
It’s a suffocating Thursday in Apriland the clocks are striking eight.Emerging from behind rainbowssunny sycophants gatherwith bells and gavels,clogging the roadside.Simulations, locking eyes,they small-talk and
He carries the paper in his old knarled hand.He looks to the sky, and then to the band,He listens to the music, and then to