Category: Literature
Among the Rocks By Robert Browning
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,This autumn morning! How he sets his bonesTo bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feetFor the ripple to run over in its mirth;Listening the while, where on the heap…
Cordéis de Novembro
Novembro também tem cordéis! E outubro teve um, que nem foi divulgado, então divulgo hoje tudo junto! Mister Chip…
By cordeis
November by John Clare
Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds,I love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art;And scraps of joy my wandering ever findsMid thy uproarious madness—when the startOf sudden tempests stirs the forest leavesInto…
Why the smart ones don’t lead?
I was asked recently the following questions: Why intelligent people are not allowed to rule and get the world out of its dire situation? Why capable people are not permitted to have power and organize or manage things…
By Cezar
Stolen & Published
How I discovered that someone stole one of my infographics and published it without giving credit.…
By Cezar
Belbin Team Roles
We have to face the fact that either all of us are going to die together or we are going to learn to live together and if we are to live together we have to talk.…
By Cezar
Autumn Song by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief…
When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book,…
The Hidden Motivations Behind Our Pursuit of Money: 6 Eye-Opening Reasons
Money – it's a topic that dominates our thoughts, influences our decisions, and often drives our actions. But have you ever paused to consider why we're so fixated on accumulating wealth? Today, we're diving deep into…
Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
"Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay."…
To Autumn by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;…
