I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Слово дня: conviviality
The heart’s reasons
seen clearly,
even the hardest
will carry
its whip-marks and sadness
and must be forgiven.
As the drought-starved
eland forgives
the drought-starved lion
who finally takes her,
enters willingly then
the life she cannot refuse,
and is lion, is fed,
and does not remember the other.
So few grains of happiness
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.
The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.
Слово дня: umpteenth.
Слово дня: disenfranchised.
But many in these communities, including, notably, women, can remain largely disenfranchised.
Слово дня: globetrotter.
Очередной vocabular тест -> vocabulary.ugent.be
Слово дня: edifice.
Often things go well at first. I’ll feel I can sketch the basic claims, paint the surface; but when someone asks a basic probing question, the edifice instantly collapses.
A "locavore" or "localvore" (the term is a neologism) is a person interested in eating food that is locally produced, not moved long distances to market. One common – but not universal – definition of "local" food is food grown within 100 miles (160 km) of its point of purchase or consumption.
Слово дня: convalesce.
Слово дня: doldrums
China’s tech sector is in the doldrums.
Слово дня: leveller.
Слово дня: portmanteau.
Слово дня: vicinity.
Слово дня: goofball.
Everything was upset in the Oblonskys' house -> paralleltext.io
Слово дня: imbibe.