Word: poetes
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...bells had struck midnight when a cheaply made coffin was carried through the deserted streets of the German town of Weimar on May 12, 1805. Its cargo: the rapidly decomposing body of Friedrich Schiller - poet, philosopher, historian, dramatist and rebel, who had died three days earlier. Its destination: the local Jacob's Cemetery, where his corpse was unceremoniously lowered into a common grave with, as Thomas Mann wrote in 1955, "no mild sound of music, no word from the mouth of priest or friend...
...rush job, and an end hardly befitting one of Germany's greatest poets. In 1826, in an effort to give Schiller his due, the mass burial site was reopened, but by then the body had decomposed beyond recognition. Determining which among 23 recovered skulls was Schiller's became an act of divination: the mayor of Weimar simply deemed the biggest one to be that of the cerebral poet. Schiller's friend Johann Wolfgang von Goethe later took the memento mori home to muse upon; he even wrote a reverential poem entitled Lines on Seeing Schiller's Skull. Since 1827, this...
...Abdulrazzak's experience of loss and return is shared by other prominent Iraqi artists abroad. "You're an exile when forced by the government to be ousted from your country," said Abdul Karim Kasid, a prominent Iraqi poet and dramatist also based in London. "Now we're not forced out by the government but by the situation...
...public attempt at suicide in the streets.' MAHMOUD DARWISH, preeminent Palestinian poet, describing the fighting between Fatah and Hamas in the Gaza Strip. Darwish was speaking in the northern Israeli city of Haifa, his first public engagement in the city of his birth in over 30 years...
Inside her there was the soul of a poet, diverted by the rush of politics, but never denied, not even in the White House citadel. She once told Sidey how often at day's end she took her paper work with her to the arbor in the Jacqueline Kennedy Garden where fragrant ripening grapes hung heavy above her and she sat on creaky white wicker chairs. "There," she said, "I'm in a dear, old-fashioned summer home." And she often sat in twilight on the Truman Balcony to watch the Washington Monument fade from a delicate pink to gray...