The wind fells the oak, but cannot cope with the reed.
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Some would dread summer.
Once it sets in, they cope with it.
Some would dread winter.
Once it enters, they cope with it.
Loss of the dearest, you fear.
Once it occurs, you cope with it.
When you depart from the dear one
It would make him/her fit to cope with it,
And instead he/she would make someone dear
We endure what we cannot cur
With supplements and substitutes.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In hard-core science fiction in which characters are responding to a change in environment, caused by nature or the universe or technology, what readers want to see is how people cope, and so the character are present to cope, or fail to cope.
quote by James Gunn
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by Josh Reed from Primal (2009)
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I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears.
quote by James Herriot
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Enduring Farewell
Each time the wind ruffles the leaves in the trees outside and a distant bird sings, I see your face and hear your name.
As each day begins it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring farewell.
When the night sky appears I find
myself staring at the heavens and saying I love you over and over again.
A part of me has died with your enduring farewell.
No words ever meant so much, as when you said, 'I love You'. Lying in bed at night, I cry sweet tears for you and it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring departure.
Each time the wind gently moves through the trees and a song bird sings it's sweet medley, I'll see your face and hear your name, because it's my way of dealing with your lasting farewell.
Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Sufi
A broken reed. No longer
its feet in earth, its stalk in water;
what will become of it?
Taken by grace; cut; shaped
into new name, new form;
breathed into it, the breath of life;
the breath, heard by a song
unmanifest, that waits to be born
from cause to mind to sound:
how can this sound be described,
the joy of broken reed now flute?
Now the reed can sing; speaks
of how it cried its loss;
yearned to find itself again;
knowing in its heart
that wholeness waits, somewhere, for ever;
now it sings for joy, so purely that
no ears, no heart, can resist its call;
nevermore to part the reed, the flute, the song.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb
When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you come
to visit me, I will come forth with speed.
You are for me the blast of the trumpet and the resurrection,
so what shall I do? Dead or living, wherever you are, there am I.
Without your lip I am a frozen and silent reed; what melodies
I play the moment you breathe on my reed!
Your wretched reed has become accustomed to your sugar lip;
remember wretched me, for I am seeking you.
When I do not find the moon of your countenance, I bind up
my head [veil myself in your mourning]; when I do not find your
sweet lip, gnaw my own hand.
A reed before the wind lives on, while mighty oaks do fall.
Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.
quote by Johannes Brahms
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The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.
Writing Melodies To Dust Off Wind
sit at keyboard slave in serfdom
writing melodies to dust off wind
sing crystal mellow memories
sit at table scribe with candle
illuminating pieces of parchment
sow seeds of enlightenment on wind
sit on rock time lost flute play
play melodies on mystical reed pipe
each note soft dances on the wind
sit on throne prince of peace in heaven
may radiant holy spirit infuse bless all creation
smile sweeps across cosmos on solar wind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Syrinx
Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed,
Though now she's turned into a reed;
From that dear reed Pan's pipe does come,
A pipe that strikes Apollo dumb;
Nor flute, nor lute, nor gittern can
So chant it as the pipe of Pan:
Cross-gartered swains and dairy girls,
With faces smug and round as pearls,
When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play,
With dancing wear out night and day;
The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by,
When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy;
His minstrelsy! O base! this quill,
Which at my mouth with wind I fill,
Puts me in mind, though her I miss,
That still my Syrinx' lips I kiss.
Wind Me Up
I've got something
That you ought to know
Don't even know
Whether to come or go
Up down
Head's spinning around
Wind up in
The lost and found
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Tell me why
You make it so hard
All I ask is
Finish what you start
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up that's
All you do
Wind me up and
Leave me blue
I'd like to see if
You could be
Kind enough to me
When you
Wind me up
Don't take me places
Then wanna go home
Sometimes, I think
I'm better off alone
Hey girl, you know
What you do
Color me red
Then leave me blue
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Let Me Talk To The Wind
Let me talk to the wind,
We have to tell the complaint,
That we nourished against her,
Often it knocks at the doors,
And disturbs our sleep,
Sometimes brings along from abroad
The news of arrival of the dear one,
But he comes not. It blows out
All quivering lamps of the lashes,
Sometimes awakens melody in the lute,
It mixes itself in the beats of heart-beats,
Sometimes it fells aged dried leaves,
It gives the birds a ride
By making them homeless.
Let me talk to the wind,
Look how it descends,
Pushes boats on the chest of the sea,
It blows from all directions around,
And with a caressing touch
Shapes unsullied faces on the coastal sand,
Then it flattens them all and how it trains
The wingless clouds to soar,
Then squeezing the drops
Out of them garnishes the Earth,
How it smiles and hums
Diving into the chain of breath,
How it blows swishing
And then becomes motionless;
To make out these secrets,
Let me talk to the wind.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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We wanted to be in great shape, we wanted to be able to cope with zero gravity, we wanted to be able to cope with accelerations and decelerations and so on. So all of us trained so that we were probably in the best physical condition we had ever been in up until that point.
quote by Alan Shepard
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Daydreamer
I'm a daydreamer
I dream away
Another dream
Another day
I can't quite cope with the real world
I would prefer
To take a nap
And slip into
Another world
Another view
I can't quite cope with the real world
I would prefer
What is the use in being
Unhappy with the truth
When you can just go to sleep
And revert back to your youth
Happy times
Happy days
Get rid of wrinkles
Get rid of greys
Can't quite cope with the real world
I would prefer
To dream
To daydream
To dream away
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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