Mother Night

James Weldon Johnson

(1871 - 1938)

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|  Poets & Poems  - pjesnici i pjesme   [ abecedni popis pjesnika (djelomican popis) ] |

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O majci... —  ... About Mother...

"Fraza 'zaposlena majka' je suvisna."    —   "The phrase 'working mother' is redundant"

Jane Sellman

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"Samo je majka ona koja daje bozanski znacaj zeni."

Iginio Tarchetti

(1841 - 1869)

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O majci... —  ... About Mother... [ Poezija — Poetry & Lyrics ]

•  Mamma — Mama •  Mojoj majci (Ruza hrvatska) •  Pismo majci — Письмо матери — Letter To My Mother •

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O majci... —  ... About Mother...   [ Misli... — Nice Things... ]

•  Razgovor •

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O majci... —  ... About Mother... [ Humor — Humour (funny) ]

•  Real Mothers! •  Four Catholic Ladies — Cetiri katolicke majke •

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Dan zena - Women's Day   Dan doktora - Doctor's Day   Sretan dan Sv. Valentina! - Happy Valentine's Day!     Dan planete zemlje - Earth Day

Proljece - Spring     4 godisnja doba i blagdani - 4 Seasons, Holidays and Observances

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Eternites before the first-born day,
Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame,
Calm Night, the everlasting and the same,
A brooding mother over chaos lay.
And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay,
Shall run their fiery courses and then claim
The haven of the darkness whence their came;
Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way.

So when my feeble sun of life burns out,
And sounded is the hour for my long sleep,
I shall, full weary of the feverish light,
Welcome the darkness without fear or doubt,
And heavy-lidded, I shall softly creep
Into the quiet bosom of the Night.