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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Lechuza ou Owl Witch: Légende Urbaine de la Sorcière
The enigmatic figure of the Lechuza, or Owl Witch, has long captivated the imagination of cultures across the Americas. This légende urbaine de la sorcière weaves together themes of mysticism, folklore, and fear, leaving an indelible mark on local traditions and stories. In this article, we delve into the origins, symbolism, and modern interpretations of the Lechuza, unraveling why this figure continues to intrigue believers and skeptics alike.
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy
The protagonist of this epic poem sets upon a remarkable trip over Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and Paradise (Paradiso). Under the direction of the ancient Roman poet Virgil and his lover Beatrice, he visits many historical and mythological characters in every sphere and observes the lifetime results of earthly misdeeds and virtues. Offering great insights into the nature of good and evil, free will, and divine justice, the road functions as an emblem for the soul's path toward God.
By Genius Slyabout a year ago in Poets
The Heart of the Holidays: Finding Magic in Joy, Memories, and Winter’s Quiet Moments
Take Joy, Connection, and Calm in Winter's Glow from Holiday Time Holiday time is that season of joy and nostalgia and reflection in the final throes of the year. For most, it is a time of the year when all the steps of the neighborhood light up, families sit across tables full of food, and laughter abounds in rooms full of all styles of festive cheer. But under all that partying, it all tries to be a chance to reconnect and reflect, savoring small pockets of peace. Okay, well, let's dive into the heart of the season and how to do it all in big and little ways.
By Imtiyaz Aliabout a year ago in Poets
If It Were in My Power…
If It Were in My Power… If it were in my power, I’d build a city, a magical tower. Where the flutter of doves in their gentle flight Would turn life’s song into endless delight. Where jingling breaths, like anklets, sing, And senses soak in the hues of spring. Where the moon would never fade or wane, And moonlight’s fabric would gently sustain The barren souls of a thirsty earth, Clothing their hearts with endless worth.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
