Night sky

an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule— From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE—Out of TIME. Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the tears that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes…

It was time to get my brothers up and ready for a busy day of work and school. Ravi and Daruka were still passed out on their matts despite the sun shining directly on their innocent little faces and rightfully so. They had stayed up most of the night waiting for Mama and Baba to come home. “Ravi, Ruka, come on, wake up.” They didn’t budge. I said it a little bit louder this time, “Ruka, Ravi, it’s time to get up.” I thought that they were still asleep, but then I saw Ruka sneak a quick smirk…

with her, the only way to relive the joy I once had. ... The starry sky was jagged and disconnected from the grass, a sharp difference from the last time. Stars bled from the sky like a thousand pale golden tears. Once again I could feel the life leave from my legs and I found myself moving without sensation. This time the sensation was remarkably different to last time. I felt myself swimming in the pool of the night sky, beating on against the…

The sun is high in the sky and it seemed the hours ceased to pass underneath stifling heat of the day. Through the ringing sounds of axes and saws can be heard over the normal sounds of the wooded forest. The men walk silently, afraid the sound of the warning bell would be lost to them and their enemy would find them unaware and unprepared. Throughout their history the Vytakans have preyed upon the skills the Eustia woodsmen have learned and perfected over many centuries, through secrets passed…

the Coney Island. In the noisy crowd, I find a familiar shadow that looks genteelly. . . Mr. . . . . Jimmy! He is in here, standing on the deck, seems like waiting for a while. “Good evening, Mr. Farrington,” I said. He sees me and nods, “summer night always make people intoxicated… Ha! I’m looking forward to Coney Island. Another collector told me there are lots of theme parks and attractions, we must go there”. “That would be the best”. I…

Hughes employs metaphors in comparing the beauty of those different objects; night to faces, stars to eyes, and sun to souls.…

He opens his poem talking of “When Lauren van der Post one night in the Kalahari Desert” talked to bushmen. As the poem goes on, it narrates the fateful night of van der Post with the Bushmen of Africa and how he could not hear the stars. The other men around the fire, the Bushmen native to the land laugh at him. Wagoner tells that van der Post is brought away…

that told of rain floated peacefully through the sky. Along this trip we did not just take in the stunning sights the island had to offer. There were many small bodies of water and waterfalls dotted within the trees, hidden from sight. Jumping into these small pools was extremely refreshing when under the warm sun in the middle of the day. It was not only the pools of water in the forest that kept us cool. As the darker clouds covered the blue sky we found one of the caves on the island. Without…

Barnegat Bay, my family resides in Lacey Township, New Jersey. The narrow pathways were relaxing and subtle, but soon this body of water would take a turn in a dark mysterious path of the unknown. Each second the mellow skies were contrasting into a gray and weary tone. The sky seemed to reflect the worries that were setting within my mother and I eyes. My eyes…

with a very familiar melody. One that mimics the saxophone. The padre would point up to the sky and say, “Everything turns on Jazz.” (This would be another topic of discussion: whether or not he says it in French) The camera would follow the direction of the padre’s finger and pan towards the night sky. The electric piano in the background of the music sounding like the twinkling stars above. In the night sky, the blinking light of a Mexican-Afro satellite is visible to all. It would be a…