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Soledad by Angela Manalang Gloria Ripe Plums (Confucius)

The poem "SOLEDAD" describes a woman who shattered social norms by having a passionate affair, which scandalized her town. Though outwardly proud and refined, she abandoned her respectable life and reputation for her lover's desires. Despite facing condemnation, she found heaven in their love, even if it burned her reputation. The poem "RIPE PLUMS" is spoken from the perspective of a woman gathering ripe plums, hoping a fine lover will come to her before the plums are gone and time runs out. The poem "(TU FU) SPRING VIEW" reflects on the broken state of the country during spring, though nature still flourishes. It remarks on the separation from family due to

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Soledad by Angela Manalang Gloria Ripe Plums (Confucius)

The poem "SOLEDAD" describes a woman who shattered social norms by having a passionate affair, which scandalized her town. Though outwardly proud and refined, she abandoned her respectable life and reputation for her lover's desires. Despite facing condemnation, she found heaven in their love, even if it burned her reputation. The poem "RIPE PLUMS" is spoken from the perspective of a woman gathering ripe plums, hoping a fine lover will come to her before the plums are gone and time runs out. The poem "(TU FU) SPRING VIEW" reflects on the broken state of the country during spring, though nature still flourishes. It remarks on the separation from family due to

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SOLEDAD by Angela Manalang Gloria It was a sacrilege, the neighbors cried, The way she shattered every mullioned

pane To let a firebrand in. They tried in vain To understand how one so carved from pride And glassed in dream could have so flung aside Her graven days, or why she dared profane The bread and wine of life for some insane Moment with him. The scandal never died. But no one guessed that loveliness would claim Her soul's cathedral burned by his desires Or that he left her aureoled in flame And seeing nothing but her blackened spires, The town condemned this girl who loved too well and found her heaven in the depths of hell.

RIPE PLUMS (CONFUCIUS) ripe plums are falling now there are only five may a fine lover come for me while there is still time ripe plums are falling now there are only three may a fine lover come for me while there is still time ripe plums are falling i gather them in a shallow basket may a fine lover come for me tell me his name

(TU FU) SPRING VIEW The country is broken, though hills and rivers remain, In the city in spring, grass and trees are thick. Moved by the moment, a flower's splashed with tears, Mourning parting, a bird startles the heart. The beacon fires have joined for three months now, Family letters are worth ten thousand pieces. I scratch my head, its white hairs growing thinner, And barely able now to hold a hairpin.

HE IS MORE THAN A HERO (SAPPHO) He is more than a hero he is a god in my eyes-the man who is allowed to sit beside you -- he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, the enticing laughter that makes my own heart beat fast. If I meet you suddenly, I can' speak -- my tongue is broken; a thin flame runs under my skin; seeing nothing, hearing only my own ears drumming, I drip with sweat; trembling shakes my body and I turn paler than dry grass. At such times death isn't far from me

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