Poem Stucture of "A Long While I Sought"

Emund Spencer (1552-1591) For a long time, I looked for something comparable to powerful eyes that illuminate my dark upright, but there is nothing on the earth that we know understood. They are not turning into stars, because they are shining at night rather than in the moon, not in the moon, because they do not claim diamonds yet because they have a pure view of fire It is more gentle and not transparent, maybe they are not glass, this sneaky thing may make her angry, then to the creator himself, their favorite is to see all the lights seen here with Spencer's "long white" Is I once ... .... "

I am seeking exile in the library as I can not accept the irritating inner monologue. I found a book about early Indian poetry, including the mysterious poet Kabir Kabirwani and Doha's poetry. Like an onion skin, Kabir's poetry gradually pursues the relationship of equality with God and reveals freedom to establish. Please translate the sentences easily from my favorite Kabir poem. "When you walk from the forest to the forest, he is at your house, if you can not find your soul, the world is not true for you." Like a flashing firefly, Kabir's Poetry set fire on the darkness of my heart. The mysterious and soulful search of his scripture confirms the person responsible and responsible for my own destiny - spiritual freedom that I am eagerly pursuing, and he always It is my guiding light. God is more important now, religion is less important

In the process of having sex with someone, I remember a poem called "a distracting condom". I came up with this poem when Barbara Kingsolver read a book with my summer life saving work. In the past, the protagonist and the narrator expressed something as "distracting as a condom." I had to give up dropping the book so that I could write poems about it. This poem is about how condom really is cut into sex, but sometimes you really do not notice it. It states how my mother is pregnant when I first start to scratch my sex life, because she is only human and resolves my life's confusion. After writing this poem for years, I had to find myself who is still thinking about this problem and say it loudly in the physical behavior of condoms.