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Oskar Hansen November Wind - Poem by Oskar Hansen November has till now been mild I had a window open suddenly a cold blast entered. I got up closed the window, which when a strong young seaman called a porthole. the top of the TV, which at the time, was showing a program The cold blast, unfamiliar with being indoors settled on of old people´s home and how badly they were treated; abandoned by a family for whom they had become a burden. I switched on the heating and cold air soon dissipated. Today I bought 100 kilo of smokeless wood, it was a heavy going pushing the trolley to the car, a young man took pity helped unload the load and put it in the trunk of my car. When I came home I sat down and cried a little, this is what It is coming to,100 kilo is an obstacle and I have to buy more before winter is over. Freedom is the ability to move and be able to look after oneself; I fear for my future, sooner or later I will be a prisoner of old age, but I will not surrender yet. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about November Wind by Oskar Hansen Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Oskar Hansen's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl
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Brandy Avery ~ ~ Untitled - Poem by Brandy Avery Liopaí ar do mhuineál, longs, mo theanga do do chomhlacht, a shealbhú mo lámha agat thart ar do waist, drámaí candlelight ar do chraiceann chomh dána.. Mé gar mo shúile agus cuimhneamh do blas. Ar oíche balmy chuala muid an ghaoth whisper ár n-ainmneacha cosúil le síoda, táim chun tú féin agus do chuid súl Shine, struchtúr mheabhrach an ghrá Tá mé tógtha! , Conas a d'fhéadfadh ar bith eile a bheith níos sublime. Is ea thagann impartation meabhrach de chaisleán le bunús domhain, pian agus brón a fhios agam, ach gan leisce orm sweep, eagla agus Moilleadóireacht mar na sionnaigh beag go spoil an vine, áilleacht den sórt sin agus faisnéis, chun dom go bhfuil tú Devine. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ ~ Untitled by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl