Posts Tagged ‘poem’

“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (T. S. Eliot)

22 July 2020

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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 

“S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

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 retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.”



Notes on @Wikipedia





20 June 2020

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poema de “Los Gemelos”


“rose is a rose is a rose is a rose” (Gertrude Stein)

20 June 2020

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red rose [Pixabay, free images]





Sacred Emily

poem (10 pages)



“The Lady’s Yes” (Elizabeth B. Browning)

8 June 2019

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Elizabeth B. Browning

The Lady’s Yes


“” ” Yes !” I answered you last night ;

” No !” this morning, Sir, I say !

Colours, seen by candle-light,

Will not look the same by day.

When the tabors played their best,

Lamps above, and laughs below —

Love me sounded like a jest,

Fit for Yes or fit for No !

Call me false, or call me free —

Vow, whatever light may shine,

No man on your face shall see

Any grief for change on mine.”


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E. B. Browning´s biography (@Wikipedia)


A girl and her chewing gum (poem)

18 June 2018

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Notebloc & efnotebloc

18 February 2017

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@notebloc (shop in Barcelona, Spain)


Yesterday, I woke up in the ocean

the sun was shinning up there as the waves were striking



Then there it showed up

the note bloc brand

the eight-lettered name


in the double side Looking Glass

of the sky

of the sea




(London street, picture from a double-decker bus)

Remember when you started to like a coursebook because of these little things

21 October 2016

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[James Huggins, @james_madeinme on Twitter]

The coursebook on Baccalaureate this year provides students with good stuff for learning and communication. There are plenty of videos, audios and texts. The language used in the book occupies a varied range of registers. The editor on this occasion is Ben Wetz, a well-known imaginative, original teacher. I like the apppendixes on vocabulary and grammar. The Vocabulary Workshop helps the student to focus on the topic from every lesson.

I must confess I have just started to work with the stuff and in the first two lessons I knew it was going to be interesting, funny, enjoyable to me.

To give just an example, I fell immediately fascinated with this poem which is on page 18. [Skills extra. Unit 1. Key to Bachillerato, Ben WETZ (Oxford, 2014. OUP)]


Remember When

A Poem About Technology by: James S. Huggins’ Refrigerator Door

“A computer was something on TV

From a sci fi show of note.

A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was the cousin of goat.


Meg was the name of my girlfriend

And gig was a job for the nights.

Now they all mean different things

And that really mega bytes.


An application was for employment.

A program was a TV show.

A curser used profanity.

A keyboard was a piano.


Memory was something that you lost with age.

A CD was a bank account.

And if you had a 3 1/2″ floppy

You hoped nobody found out.


Compress was something you did to the garbage

Not something you did to a file.

And if you unzipped anything in


You’d be in jail for a while.


Log on was adding wood to the fire.

Hard drive was a long trip on the road.

A mouse pad was where a mouse lived.

And a backup happened to your



Cut you did with a pocket knife.

Paste you did with glue.

A web was a spider’s home.

And a virus was the flu


I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper

And the memory in my head.

I hear nobody’s been killed in a

computer crash,

But when it happens they wish they were dead.”

[poem written by James Huggins]



Did I miss anything (Tom Wayman)

11 October 2016

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I wonder sometimes how to make my students learn that attendance to class is vital. I have just found out this poem written by Tom Wayman.


Did I Miss Anything

Tom Wayman

Did I miss anything?

Question frequently asked by

students after missing a class

Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here

we sat with our hands folded on our desks

in silence, for the full two hours

Everything. I gave an exam worth

40 per cent of the grade for this term

and assigned some reading due today

on which I’m about to hand out a quiz

worth 50 per cent

Nothing. None of the content of this course

has value or meaning

Take as many days off as you like:

any activities we undertake as a class

I assure you will not matter either to you or me

and are without purpose

Everything. A few minutes after we began last time

a shaft of light descended and an angel

or other heavenly being appeared

and revealed to us what each woman or man must do

to attain divine wisdom in this life and

the hereafter

This is the last time the class will meet

before we disperse to bring this good news to all people

on earth

Nothing. When you are not present

how could something significant occur?

Everything. Contained in this classroom

is a microcosm of human existence

assembled for you to query and examine and ponder

This is not the only place such an opportunity has been

gathered but it was one place

And you weren’t here


(Originally Published in: The Astonishing Weight of the Dead. Vancouver: Polestar, 1994.)

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