Sonnet: The last winter night

 

Patricia González Sánchez

November 2024

Sonnet: The last winter night

As snow was falling, cold was winter night

The others’ laughter fill the hearths inside,

And under rays of dimmed enchanted light

The swaying snowy trees move side to side.

The smell of household gathers fills the air,

A feast of well old-aged memorial tales.

And holly chants resound for winter's fair

Undoing all remains of previous haze

As whining whistle wind blows fallen leaves

With crackling fire breaking tranquil rooms.

For when no cause could bring us pain or grieve

Eyes stare up high to gape the bright new moon.

But lost, she drenched in aged and wrenching tears

And laid alone the last of all her years.

When Peonies Grow

 Miriam Alexandra Kovacs

October 2024

When peonies grow, the garden breathes anew,

Eternal love awakens in their hue.

Their petals soft, like secrets gently shared,

In every bloom, a promise long declared.

As sunlight spills and whispers through the leaves,

Our hearts entwine, a love that never grieves.

With every season, colors bold and bright

In this embrace, we find our light.

So let us tend this haven, hand in hand

For in this bond, we trace our everlasting land.

As long as flowers flourish

Miriam Alexandra Kovacs

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Octubre 2024

As long as flowers grace the summer air,

Eternal love will flourish pure and fair.

Two iambic pentameters by Carla Crespo Pando

 

Carla Crespo Pando

                                                                                            October 2024

So Anne has shone as bright as sun and moon

As long as sun and light can kiss my heart.

A poem in iambic pentameters by Teodor Nicolae

 

Teodor Nicolae

                                                                         October 2024

I thought I was on top of all the world,

A fleeting star that sparkled in her eye.

But shadows crept and doubts around me swirled,

Until I lost my way within her light.

Four iambic pentameters by Flavia Acosta Fernández

 

Flavia Acosta Fernández

                            

                                                                                                                                            October 2024

I try to look away, but then your lips

They make me wish I was the wine you drink.

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My mind, the painful voice that ruled my life.

Your eyes, the light that made me feel alive.

                                                                                    

Welcome to class of 2024-2025!

Dear Students,

I've only known you for a month or so, but I can already say that I am delighted to be your teacher of English Literature. I have fun with you in my classes, and I've just discovered that there are a number of poets among you, and good ones at that!, which pleases me a lot.

So, this is just to say, as William Carlos Williams would put it, that you've stolen my heart, and also that I hope you'll enjoy this introductory course to English Literature and will learn a great deal. 

May English Literature become your sweet, and cold, and delicious plums--the forbidden fruit that will grant you hours and hours of pleasure.

Best wishes,

Carolina