by Danny Ballan | Dec 7, 2017 | Literary Echoes
Emily Dickinson – I Am NobodyI’m nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!They’d banish us; you know!How dreary to be somebody!How public like a frogTo tell one’s name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog! Who Are...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 13, 2017 | Literary Echoes
William Blake – The Sick RoseO Rose, thou art sick.The invisible wormThat flies in the nightIn the howling stormHas found our thy bedOf crimson joy,And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.What Have We Left You to LiveO Rose thou art sick! O nature thou art...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 14, 2016 | Literary Echoes
If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 3, 2016 | Literary Echoes
Stone Walls do not a Prison make,Nor Iron bars a Cage;Minds innocent and quiet takeThat for an Hermitage.If I have freedom in my Love,And in my soul am free,Angels alone that soar above,Enjoy such Liberty.Free Our SoulsWhat does it look like when you are there inside...
by Danny Ballan | Feb 25, 2016 | Literary Echoes
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday’sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee...
by Danny Ballan | Feb 24, 2016 | Literary Echoes
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone.For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air.The echoes bound to a joyful sound,But shrink from voicing...
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