Tag Archive: Poetry

Here is a well done comical demonstration of a student explaining his poem to his headmaster.

Sorry for the short entry. In a couple of days I’ll post a longer entry!

Today is the international childrens day! For this special day, I will post a touching, yet tragic poem by the Nobel laureate Gabriela Mistral.  Mistral was from Chile, a known feminist and wrote poems centering themes as mother’s love, sorrow, sterility and recovery.

“Tiny Feet”, the poem below, speaks of a child stricken with poverty. Mistral speaks of the poor child’s bravery and of the horror of the adult world ignoring the unfortunate little one. Considering the amount of children still living, around the world, in poverty, this poem is still terrible and horrible accurate.

Tiny Feet
By: Gabriela Mistral

A child’s tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you?
Oh, my God!

Tiny wounded feet,
Bruised all over by pebbles,
Abused by snow and soil!

Man, being blind, ignores
that where you step, you leave
A blossom of bright light,
that where you have placed
your bleeding little soles
a redolent tuberose grows.

Since, however, you walk
through the streets so straight,
you are courageous, without fault.

Child’s tiny feet,
Two suffering little gems,
How can the people pass, unseeing.

Good will to all children! / Maaretta

This Poem written by the Harlem Renaissance author Langston Hughes speaks of the necessity to fight the oppressors and oppression. I’m publishing the piece here to show my support for the (hopefully) democratic uprisings which are currently taking place in Arabic countries:


Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.

Is a strong seed
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.

Gripping poem which explores the effect that bad childhood experiences have on us as adults. A sharp critic of how men treat women and how this treatment teaches women to be cold towards men too.
What about you guys, did you like this poem? disliked it? Loved it? Hated it?
Do you agree with me about what the poem is about? What do you guys think Autumn is trying to say?
Any thoughts on this poem in general?
Love to hear what you guys think!

Best wishes, Maaretta.


Hej har kommit hem

Säkert så sov gott min svart

Klädda söt ängel


Ditt namn sägs och skrivs

alltid rätt när mitt glöms bort.

Det är ju artigt!

Inte att jag vill

såra dig buss men cyckeln

kan man lite på


Hon godtar bara

massager som gåvor så

från mig får hon noll

Gosse djuren

Sover med katten

du gav i hopp av att

du blir snart mer frisk

Mitt finska accent

Dom gillar inte

mitt finska accent så jag

svär tyst till mig själv


Jag vill hjälpa att

Plocka bär men jag ser inte

Genom tårarna

Din kille

Vi skulle vara

vänner men din kille vill

jämnt skrämma oss



”Everything is good

and will continue to be

so” The teacher lied.



This is not silly

just evil regardless of what

our dear teacher says!

The Reaffirmation

 He insisted that

he was human even if

nobody else was


Att spy

Igår spydde jag

i kyrkan när jag hade

smakat på vinet.


Fast vi ses jämnt i

Skolan så får jag inte

Fast dig i min dröm



 “Tänk hur mycket vi

Människor gör reklam för

Djävulen” sa far


The Contract

Please sign this contract!

It’s for keeping our culture

faraway from ours!


Dina ögon är

röda som rosor och ditt

Hjärna har feber.