English | Hannah Williams

Your boat is moored on the black canal and the woman is playing the cello for you, long low notes …

The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat, Leaning her breast against the …

The White Book is a short collection of prose which exudes the writers meditation on the topic matter of …

I am abstract. So you’d need to extract, What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions. My mind works …

I will not be able to calm the storm Nor promise you that I’d walk on water. Yet if you …

Take me to the river To wade by the water in the winter moonlight. In the depths of the river …

Heavy with child belly an arc of black moon I squat over dry plantain leaves and command the earth to …

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way, But left me none the wiser For all she …

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand …

Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done …

This blog post will analyse the poem ‘On My First Sonne’ by Ben Jonson which is written below: On My …

I know there is love within me. I know its there but others cannot see. For this love is …

I’m a lonely ocean. Kissing the shore. Moving with its motions. Longing for more. I’m a lonely ocean. Looking for …

My Guilt By Dr. Maya Angelou My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the …