An international blog about literature and ecocriticism. Here I include my own lyrics, by Rui M. and also the work of others, from 10 to 14 each month 2017: new contributions sent to ruiprcar@gmail.com Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

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This year the purpose of our Contest is to raise money to plant trees in California.

 

We fight for a better world.

Please contact us at:

ruiprcar@gmail.com

 

Enjoy poetry.

published by talesforlove às 18:26

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Is there poetry in this movie?

We must look ...

 

Have a nice day.

 

 

Save

published by talesforlove às 13:22

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In memory of those who died in the California fire. We need a fresh start in the relationship with the forest.

 

 

19th-century Romanticism

Enjoy.

published by talesforlove às 11:56

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There is no poetry in fires.

Here is a good text about the California fires:

 

http://edition.cnn.com/2017/10/10/us/california-fires-napa/index.html

 

 

published by talesforlove às 01:19

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It is with great joy that we announce that this year our Literary Contest will have a monetary prize. There will be a change in the format of the contest to allow more people to participate while creating the conditions for a more appealing contest in the future. There's no question we are creating something new. Thank you for wishing us luck in this new phase of our lives. A big thank you all.

See you soon and do not forget to spread the word to your friends.

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 Please, prepare your poetry or short story (up to 3000 words) to submit!

Enjoy writing and spread the word.

Thanks.

published by talesforlove às 16:22

Lyrics:

Come, heavy sleep

Come, heavy Sleep, the image of true Death;
And close up these my weary weeping eyes:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath,
And tears my heart with Sorrow's sigh-swoll'n cries:
Come and possess my tired thought-worn soul,
That living dies, till thou on me be stole.

Come, shadow of my end, and shape of rest,
Allied to Death, child to his black-fac'd Night:
Come, thou, and charm these rebels in my breast,
Whose waking fancies do my mind affright.
O come, sweet Sleep; come or I die for ever:
Come ere my last sleep comes, or come thou never.

published by talesforlove às 00:00