Life is a privilege, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox summarizes that life is a gift, especially youth, which shines with beauty and allows one to learn, feel deeply, dream, and strive for great ambitions. Life offers the opportunity to explore nature's marvels and find happiness through usefulness. A child said, What is the grass?, by Walt Whitman describes a child bringing grass to the speaker and their inability to fully explain what grass is, other than it being a symbol of hope and a gift from God. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, by Maya Angelou contrasts the free bird that soars in the sky with the caged bird that can only sing of freedom with a fearful trill. The
Life is a privilege, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox summarizes that life is a gift, especially youth, which shines with beauty and allows one to learn, feel deeply, dream, and strive for great ambitions. Life offers the opportunity to explore nature's marvels and find happiness through usefulness. A child said, What is the grass?, by Walt Whitman describes a child bringing grass to the speaker and their inability to fully explain what grass is, other than it being a symbol of hope and a gift from God. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, by Maya Angelou contrasts the free bird that soars in the sky with the caged bird that can only sing of freedom with a fearful trill. The
Life is a privilege, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox summarizes that life is a gift, especially youth, which shines with beauty and allows one to learn, feel deeply, dream, and strive for great ambitions. Life offers the opportunity to explore nature's marvels and find happiness through usefulness. A child said, What is the grass?, by Walt Whitman describes a child bringing grass to the speaker and their inability to fully explain what grass is, other than it being a symbol of hope and a gift from God. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, by Maya Angelou contrasts the free bird that soars in the sky with the caged bird that can only sing of freedom with a fearful trill. The
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire, To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire, To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow With great ambitions – in one hour to know The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth, How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
The mysteries of the human mind unclose. What marvels lie in the earth, and air, and sea! What stores of knowledge wait our opening key! What sunny roads of happiness lead out Beyond the realms of indolence and doubt! And what large pleasures smile upon and bless The busy avenues of usefulness!
A child said, What is the grass?, by Walt Whitman
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
green stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe
of the vegetation.
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, by Maya Angelou
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The Queen, by Pablo Neruda
I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet.