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William Stanley Merwin
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He was born on September 30, 1927 in New York City. His life took place in Union City, New Jersey, as well as in Scranton, Pennsylvania. He graduated from Princeton University and worked as a tutor in Europe and translator.
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AIR Naturally it is night. Under the overturned lute with its One string I am going my way Which has a strange sound. This way the dust, that way the dust. I listen to both sides But I keep right on. I remember the leaves sitting in judgment And then winter. I remember the rain with its bundle of roads. The rain taking all its roads. Nowhere. Young as I am, old as I am, I forget tomorrow, the blind man. I forget the life among the buried windows. The eyes in the curtains. The wall Growing through the immortelles. I forget silence The owner of the smile. This must be what I wanted to be doing, Walking at night between the two deserts,
 Jono Miller
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He is an Australian teacher, now living in Ukraine.He says that he was created by God, his life's goal is to know him and live life to the fullest. He teaches English in Ukraine.
ELECTRICITY That silent force Buzzing through the overhead wires Encircling the house Penetrating the walls Stopping Waiting Needs connecting And silently starts working… Do you see it? Do you think about it? Do you know that it affects your day? But blindly you press on – unaware Until it’s gone – taken from you And you cry out You cry out How can I live without you! Another force Sent from above Like a rushing wind Like a still small voice Convicting Comforting Waiting Needs connecting Do you know Him? Do you think about Him? Do you allow Him to affect your day? But you blindly press on – unaware Until life is gone – taken from you And you cry out You cry out Why did I live without you!
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Robert Frost
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March 26, Lawrence, Massachusetts, 1874 – January 29, 1963 Boston, Massachusetts. He was exposed to literature and books due to the fact of his parents being teachers. He was a teacher too, and poetry writer.
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FIRE AND ICE Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice!
Compilations made by: Daniel Zuluaga Rojas Elvira RoblesUstáriz Jorge Bulla Bernal Nohemí Becerra Hernández Raquel Romero Morales Sources: Poem Hunter Famous poets and poems Jono Miller’s webpage Every Poet Network