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This poem expresses gratitude to one's parents for being raised strong, straight, slim, glad, sound and sweet. While the speaker has no children of their own to carry on their legacy, they find purpose in being "the end" of their family line and making their ancestors proud with how they live according to the life lessons passed down through the generations.
This poem expresses gratitude to one's parents for being raised strong, straight, slim, glad, sound and sweet. While the speaker has no children of their own to carry on their legacy, they find purpose in being "the end" of their family line and making their ancestors proud with how they live according to the life lessons passed down through the generations.
This poem expresses gratitude to one's parents for being raised strong, straight, slim, glad, sound and sweet. While the speaker has no children of their own to carry on their legacy, they find purpose in being "the end" of their family line and making their ancestors proud with how they live according to the life lessons passed down through the generations.
Aling pag-ibig pa ang hihigit kaya Walang mahalagang hindi
Sa pagkadalisay at pagkadakila ihahandog Gaya ng pag-ibig sa tinubuang lupa? Ng may pusong mahal sa Bayang nagkupkop, Aling pag-ibig pa? Wala na nga, wala. Dugo, yaman, dunong, katiisa’t pagod, Pagpupuring lubos ang palaging hangad Buhay ma’y abuting magkalagu’t Sa bayan ng taong may dangal na ingat, lagot. Umawit, tumula, kumanta at sumulat, Kalakhan din niya’y isinisiwalat. A PRAYER FROM THE WOMB- Saju Abraham Why did you tear me off you, I promised I would behave when your When you know I’d die without you? friends visit, I promised you peaceful sleep, Or when you’re in the phone or in the kitchen, But you wouldn’t hear me. But you still threw me out of your You were in the midst of planning your system. future. Why, Mama, why? Am I so I promised I would pull your gown. unagreeable? Nor tear my vocal cords when I’m I don’t keep it against you, Mama. hungry I know now that you know. But you still wouldn’t let me be. HOW DO I LOVE THEE?- Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the I love thee with a passion put to use ways. In my old griefs, and with my I love thee to the depth and breadth and childhood’s faith. height I love thee with a love I seemed to My soul can reach, when feeling out of lose sight With my lost saints—I love thee with For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. the breath, I love thee to the level of every day’s Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. God choose, I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I shall but love thee better after death. I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. A POISON TREE- William Blake I was angry with my friend; And it grew both day and night, I told my wrath, my wrath did end. Till it bore an apple bright I was angry with my foe: And my foe beheld it shine, I told it not, my wrath did grow. And he knew that it was mine.
I watered it in fears, And into my garden stole.
Night and morning with my tears: When the night had veiled the pole; And I sunned it with smiles In the morning glad I see, And with soft deceitful wiles. My foe outstretched beneath the tree. O, CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!- Walt Whitman O, Captain, my Captain! Our fearful trip is O, Captain! my Captain! Rise up and done; hear the bells; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize Rise up - for you the flag is flung- for you we sought is won the bugle trills The port is near, the bells I hear, the people For you, bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths- all exulting for you the shores a-crowding, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel For you they call, the swaying mass , grim and daring: their eager fce turning; But O heart! Heart! Heart! Here Captain! Dear father! O the bleeding drops of red, This arm beneath your head; Where on the deck my Captain lies, It is some dream that on the deck Fallen cold and dead. You’ve fallen cold and dead. O, CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!- Walt Whitman My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor, ship, comes in with object won; Exult, o shores, and ring, o bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. TREES- Joyce Kilmer I think I shall never see A tree that may in summer wear, A poem as lovely as a tree A nest of robins in her hair.
A tree whose hungry mouth is Upon whose bosom, snow has
pressed, lain Against the earth’s sweet flowing Who intimately lives with rain. breast. Poems are made by fools like me, A tree that looks at God all day, But only God can make a tree. And lifts her leafy arms to pray. THE ROAD NOT TAKEN- Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And both that morning equally lay And sorry I could not travel both In leaves no step had trodden black. And be one traveler, long I stood Oh, I kept the first for another day! And looked down one as far as I could Yet knowing how way leads on to To where it bent in the undergrowth; way, I doubted if I should ever come back. Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim I shall be telling this with a sigh Because it was grassy and wanted wear Somewhere ages and ages hence: Though as for that, the passing there Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – Had worn them really about the same, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. from SONGS OF AN EMPTY HOUSE- Marguerite Wilkinson My father got me strong and straight Life's venerable rhythms like a flood and slim, Beat in my brain and blood, And I give thanks to him; Crying from all the generations past, My mother bore me glad and sound and "Is this the last?" sweet, -- I kiss her feet. And I make answer to my haughty dead, I have no son, whose life of flesh and fire Who made me, heart and head, Sprang from my splendid sire, "Even the sunbeams falter, flicker and No daughter for whose soul my mother's bend -- flesh I am the end." Wrought raiment fresh.