English Poem -

The snowflakes dance
in the air so bright,
Christmas Eve is such
a magical night.

Poem Mirror by Sylvia Plath | Mirror Poem

I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see
I swallow immediately

‘Twas on a Holy Thursday,
their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two & two,
in red & blue & green,

My heart was heavy,
for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness
answered with foul wrong;

1. To My Mother- Edgar Allan Poe
2. Mother to Son – Langston Hughes
3. Mother o’ Mine – Rudyard Kipling
4. My Mother – Ann Taylor

1. Boundless Thanks
2. Those Winter Sundays
3. A Gift
4. Thanksgiving

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and
women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

I know it’s me who has been
attracted by you,
neither I am silver like the moon,
nor I am gold like the sun.

Gorman’s poetry is deeply
rooted in themes of identity,
social justice, and the
resilience of the human spirit.

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