And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
A belief developed throughout the plague years that the dead could rise from their cemeteries and draw any unlucky passersby into a ghoulish dance of death. These folkloric beliefs, fueled by period poetry about the inevitability of death and a traditional dramatic play enacted in Germany, quickly found their way into European art as a societal allegory about mortality, which gained widespread popularity. The message is clear in the danse macabre—nobody escapes death,
Open Mic: Riffs on Life Between Cultures in Ten Voices / Listen in as ten YA authors — some familiar, some new — use their own brand of humor to share their stories about growing up between cultures. Edited by acclaimed author and speaker Mitali Perkins, this collection of fiction and nonfiction uses a mix of styles as diverse as their authors, from laugh-out-loud funny to wry, ironic, or poingnant, in prose, poetry, and comic form.
Watch These 4 Girls Destroy The Female Stereotype Like The Monsters They Are
Female Stereotype and the Halloween This is poetry from the Brave New Voices Grand Slam Finals 2013 round 4 in Washington, D.C. The 4 incredibly talented girls, from left to right, are: Hannah Halpern (@hanhalp), Amina Iro (@FlipsHijab), Reina Privado (@PoetryAndCurls), and Asha Gardner (@AshaGPoet) and they are a part of the DC Youth Slam Team.
This Woman's Beef With Prettiness Will Leave You Speechless
Poem by Kate Makkai. A question nearly every woman, every little girl has - will I be pretty? I'm not opposed to pretty. I love makeup. I love clothing, and HUGELY GAUDY vintage earrings. But there is much more to me than my appearance, and I don't need to look "flawless". I'm flawed. It's cool. I don't need products to "fix" my complexion. It's fine. I don't need my lips plumped, or my lines erased. My appearance is in no way indicative of my worth. ~Ricrac ♥