Poetry expresses the feelings we struggle ... And according to my food I grow and I give. Scorn me not, but know I have the pearl, And am only seeking one to receive it. Translated by Ralph ...

You give me tea. That's big of you. I'm on my knees, I beg of you. SIMON:A poem written in the voice of somebody living on the street requires, I think, a certain amount of empathy. You have to ...

Like many funeral poems that give comfort to the grieving, Dickinson’s piece—and the final stanza, in particular—suggests the dead might live on in the afterlife. An icon of his time ...