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By:- Robert Frost

Stopping par Woods on a Snowy Evening

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 La Reine des Neiges lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harnais 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.

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Perfection
par Ammon Taylor
Have we been deceived?
The sweet scent of temptation, intoxicating as it may seem
The shell is so simple
Yet the deep inner core ever elusive sadly proves to be

When will this slow realization, this pure revelation break forth
and bless my eyes?
When will this enlightening wisdom permeate my thoughts,
when can these actions
enrich other's lives?

The anticipation of impossible transcendence
This profound longing for the transformation
The ascendance from finite to infinite
Haunts me through every waking thought

How much longer must I wait?
Dear God, I implore you, insatiable as my beseechment may seem
Please let my weary soul have the strength
To shatter these shackles, please let your imperishable truth set me free

Would time and l’espace meld into one?
Would there be room to learn and grow?
Would my emotions cease to be?
What creature would I then become?

Have I been deceived?
The sweet scent of perfection, intoxicating as it may seem
The shell is so simple
Yet the deep inner core ever elusive sadly proves to be

This equivocation of perfection, this paradox consumes me


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i knw i m late and my poem is not good cause i write my own poem first time
where had toi go
i miss toi so     
i thought we will stay together
but toi leave me alone forever
dad thanks for all your support    
'cause of your support i play football very good
mom thanks for your l’amour     
which is still live in my heart
salut aiden toi r the bestest bro ever
u too alive in my cœur, coeur forever

A Character
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)


    

I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.

There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease,
Would be rational peace—a philosopher's ease.

There's indifference, alike when he fails ou succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs;
Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both vers l'avant, vers l’avant and coy.

There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there,
There's virtue, the titre it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.

This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.

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Cold La Reine des Neiges snow:

As I walk in the snow, late at night.
toi are the étoile, star that shines the most light.
I walk alone, but I feel toi here,
toi so far away, yet I think your still near.
I remember that day, not so long ago.
The car completely covered, in cold, frozen, snow.

I try to stay strong, try to hold back the tears,
But I just lose myself, when loud noises I hear.
That promise I keep, I've kept till this day,
to finally be perfect, and remain that way!
I made toi that promise, not long ago...
When toi lay there that night, in cold, frozen, snow.

We need to be perfect, to be like the wind!
ou there's no point in this now! there's no point in this thing!
I tried to be perfect, I tried but I failed!
I Lost toi completely, so I cried and I wailed.
But I couldn't bring toi back, from so long ago.
so toi remain buried , under cold, frozen, snow

par Emily Sandford 06/08/13