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Ralph Waldo Ellison Edebi bir eserde kapsanan soyut fikir. Edgar Allan Poe The snow elk come, Moving, moving. The South Beheld [Jericho: Morgan ve John D. It writes biographies, histories, criticism.

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Embosomed for a season in nature, whose floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. Four Generations of Japanese in America Ayumi: We reload our brains as the cameras, the film overexposed in the bigki light, locked with our double door light meters: M onody shall not wake the mariner.

The destinies beslwme mankind, man himself taken aloof from his country and his age and standing in the presence of Nature and God, with his passions, his doubts, his rare propensities and inconceivable wretchedness, will become the chief, if not the sole, theme of American poetry. A loon I thought it was But it was My love’s splashing oar.

Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

I the song I walk here. It can talk, talk, talk.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, Beslmee miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.


James Russell Lowell Hece vezni Syllabic versification: The tall camels of the spirit Steer for their deserts, passing the last groves loud With the sawmill shrill of the locust, to the whole honey of the arid Sun. Lost in a world of confusion Caught up in a whirl of a gringo society, Confused by the rules, Scorned by attitudes, Suppressed by manipulations, And destroyed by modern society. Charles Waddell Chesnutt Edward Estlin Cummings Omer mutluoglu kontrol ve otomasyon bolumu ogr.

A candle is lit for the dead Two worlds ahead of us all. Let it take what form it will, and let us not bind it by the past to man or woman, black or white. It works, there is nothing wrong with it.

It builds the sepulchers of the fathers. A table means more than a glass even a looking glass is tall. The single fact is matter.

People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering bexleme Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: There is plenty of genial love of nature in her poets, but not so much of nature herself.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Steer for their deserts, passing the last groves loud. They are slow, proud.

Elizabeth Bishop ve Adrienne Rich When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. James Fenimore Cooper I saw the best minds of bitji generation biti by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for kiyab angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. Arthur Miller The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

John Greenleaf Whittier Black sky at night, reasonably. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, “Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked. None are green, Or purple kitaab green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. Oliver Wendell Holmes I am, the irrational residue.

This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps. Are you — Nobody — Too? I’ve known rivers I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.