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Katherine's Page.
My name is Katherine and I go to East Career & Technical Academy. This page will have poetry that i have created, worked on, and liked.
Testimony Poem.
Klaus Langer
December 3, 1938
by Katherine Fernandez
Taking up this diary,
For no pleasant reason
Jews not permitted
Nazis take from us
This horrible affair
will not repair
They take our radio
Even if we created it though
We fix it and hope to keep it
with these scum,
one can never know
one will never know.
December 3, 1938
by Katherine Fernandez
Taking up this diary,
For no pleasant reason
Jews not permitted
Nazis take from us
This horrible affair
will not repair
They take our radio
Even if we created it though
We fix it and hope to keep it
with these scum,
one can never know
one will never know.
Poems.
A dream within a dream
-Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
-Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
-Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
-Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!