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      When Silence is Heard

      When silence is heard poem

      In quiet rooms where whispers fade,
      I hold the words I’m slow to trade.
      No eager ear nor friendly gaze,
      Just watchful walls that keep my days.

      A thousand thoughts like scattered sand,
      Slip through the spaces of my hand.
      Who counts them all? Who hears them fall?
      He knows. He listens. Knows them all.

      I need no crowd to weigh my heart,
      No vows that fail or drift apart.
      When voices fail and doors are shut,
      He is enough. My soul is shut.

      The secrets kept in silent air,
      He gathers gently in His care.
      The tears I hide behind my eyes,
      He measures deep. He hears my sighs.

      When no one stays and none remain,
      He mends the seams of unseen pain.
      In quiet trust I find my part:
      He is enough to fill my heart
      When silence is heard

      Spring

      Spring

      By Elfriede Jelinek

      Translated By Michael Hofmann

      april breath

      of  boyish red

      the tongue crushes

      strawberry dreams

                                        hack away wound

                                        and wound the fountain

      and on the mouth

      perspiration white

      from someone's neck

      a little tooth

      has bit the finger

      of  the bride the

                                        tabby yellow and sere

                                        howls

      the red boy

      from the gable flies

      an animal hearkens

      in his white throat

                                        his juice runs down

                                        pigeon thighs

      a pale sweet spike

      still sticks

      in woman white

      lard

      an april breath

      of  boyish red

      The Spring

      The Spring

      By Thomas Carew

      Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost

      Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost

      Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream

      Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;

      But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,

      And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth

      To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree

      The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.

      Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring

      In triumph to the world the youthful Spring.

      The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array

      Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.

      Now all things smile, only my love doth lour;

      Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power

      To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold

      Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.

      The ox, which lately did for shelter fly

      Into the stall, doth now securely lie

      In open fields; and love no more is made

      By the fireside, but in the cooler shade

      Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep

      Under a sycamore, and all things keep

      Time with the season; only she doth carry

      June in her eyes, in her heart January.

      At the Equinox

      At the Equinox

      By Arthur Sze

      The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars.

      I have no theory of radiance,

                      but after rain evaporates

      off pine needles, the needles glisten.

      In the courtyard, we spot the rising shell of a moon,

      and, at the equinox, bathe in its gleam.

      Using all the tides of starlight,

                      we find

                      vicissitude is our charm.

      On the mud flats off Homer,

      I catch the tremor when waves start to slide back in;

      and, from Roanoke, you carry

                      the leafing jade smoke of willows.

      Looping out into the world, we thread

                      and return. The lapping waves

      cover an expanse of mussels clustered on rocks;

      and, giving shape to what is unspoken,

                      forsythia buds and blooms in our arms.

      Word of the Day Assertive

      Word of the Day Assertive

      Word of the Day: Assertive

      Words shape how we communicate, express ideas, and engage with the world around us. Today’s Word of the Day, assertive, is a powerful term that reflects confidence, clarity, and respectful self-expression—qualities that are essential in both literature and community dialogue.

      At Emerald Book Club, being assertive is not about dominance—it is about finding your voice and using it effectively.

      Our Garden of Forever

      Our Garden of Forever Poem by Hannah Morales

      Amid the blooms your hand finds mine,
      A bond eternal, pure and divine.
      Through gentle days and trials deep
      Our vows are roots that never sleep.

      Like butterflies in morning air,
      Our love takes flight beyond despair,
      No fleeting time, nor passing year,
      Can dim the truth that keeps us near.

      Your Voice a calm that soothes my way
      It turns the night to brighter day,
      Through storms that bend the fragile tree,
      Your strength remains a shield for me.

      In every leaf, in skies above,
      The World is painted with our love,
      And as the seasons come and go
      Our Garden blooms, its light will grow

      Hannah Morales
      Our garden of forever
      Word of the Day Adversity

      Word of the Day Adversity

      Word of the Day: Adversity

      Every story has its challenges. Every journey encounters resistance. Today’s Word of the Day, adversity, captures those difficult moments that test resilience, shape character, and often lead to growth.

      At Emerald Book Club, we recognise that adversity is not just something to overcome—it is something to understand, reflect on, and learn from. Through literature and shared experiences, we explore how challenges can transform individuals and communities.

      What Does Adversity Mean?

      Adversity (noun)
      Difficulties, hardships, or misfortune that create obstacles or challenges in life.

      Adversity can take many forms—personal struggles, social barriers, creative blocks, or moments of uncertainty. What defines it is not just the difficulty itself, but how it tests resilience and response.

      ✍️ Example Sentence

      “Despite facing adversity, she continued to write, using her experiences to inspire others.”

      🕰️ Etymology: Where the Word Comes From

      The word adversity originates from the Latin adversitas, meaning misfortune or bad condition, derived from adversus, meaning turned against.

      This origin is significant. It suggests a sense of opposition—circumstances that feel as though they are working against us. Over time, the word evolved to represent not just external hardship, but the internal strength required to face it.

      word of the day adversity

      🔁 Synonyms

      Each synonym highlights a different aspect of adversity, from temporary obstacles to more prolonged and complex struggles.

      • Hardship
      • Difficulty
      • Struggle
      • Challenge
      • Misfortune
      • Trial
      • Setback

      📚 Adversity in Literature

      Adversity is one of the most powerful forces in storytelling. It drives character development, shapes narrative arcs, and creates moments of transformation.

      Many of the most memorable literary figures are defined not by ease, but by the challenges they face and how they respond. Through adversity, characters grow, adapt, and often discover strengths they did not know they possessed.

      At Emerald Book Club, we explore these themes in our discussions, recognising that literature provides both reflection and perspective. Stories of adversity allow us to connect with others, understand different experiences, and find meaning in difficulty.

      🌱 Adversity and Our Mission

      Emerald Book Club’s mission is to inspire and develop readers, writers, and authors, creating opportunities for learning, creativity, and connection.

      Adversity plays a role in that mission:

      • For readers, challenging texts and complex themes encourage deeper thinking and empathy.
      • For writers, adversity often fuels creativity, turning personal experiences into powerful narratives.
      • For our community, shared challenges can strengthen bonds and create supportive spaces for growth.

      We believe that engaging with difficult ideas and experiences is essential for development. Literature gives us the language to explore those moments thoughtfully.

      🌍 Adversity and Our Vision

      Our vision is to build inclusive, connected communities through literature and conversation. In this space, adversity is not ignored—it is acknowledged and explored.

      By creating environments where people feel safe to share their stories, perspectives, and challenges, we turn adversity into dialogue. Through that dialogue, we build understanding, resilience, and collective growth.

      Adversity, when shared and reflected upon, becomes a bridge rather than a barrier.

      💬 Reflection

      What does adversity mean to you?

      • Have you encountered a story where adversity led to growth or transformation?
      • How can challenges shape creativity and perspective?

      Take a moment to reflect, and consider how the books you read—and the conversations you have—help you navigate and understand life’s difficulties.

      🏆 Join the Conversation

      As part of Vocabulary Tuesdays, we invite you to share your thoughts and favourite words with our community. Each word opens a new perspective, and every contribution adds to our shared learning.

      Our Vocabulary Tuesdays initiative invites members to explore words that deepen understanding and encourage thoughtful dialogue. Each week, the community shares new words, reflections, and examples of how language shapes communication.

      You can take part in the conversation by joining our vocabulary discussions on Discord:

      👉 Join the Vocabulary Thread:
      vocabulary Thread

      Share your favourite word, discuss its meaning, and help us choose the Word of the Day together.

      Ode on Adversity

      Ode on Adversity

      By Mary Darby Robinson

      WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, 
      And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; 
      Where o'er the woodlands, vivid light'nings flew, 
      Cleft the strong oak, and scorch'd the blossom'd spray; 
      At morn's approach, I mark the sun's warm glow 
      O'er the grey hill a crimson radiance throw; 
      I mark the silv'ry fragrant dew, 
      Give lustre to the vi'let's hue; 
      The shallow rivers o'er their pebbly way, 
      In slow meanders murmuring play; 
      Day spreads her beams, the lofty forest tree, 
      Shakes from its moisten'd head the pearly show'r, 
      All nature, feels the renovating hour, 
      All, but the sorrowing child of cold ADVERSITY; 
      For her, the linnet's downy throat 
      Breathes harmony in vain; 
      Unmov'd, she hears the warbling note 
      In all the melody of song complain; 
      By her unmark'd the flowret's bloom, 
      In vain the landscape sheds perfume; 
      Her languid form, on earth's damp bed, 
      In coarse and tatter'd garb reclines; 
      In silent agony she pines; 
      Or, if she hears some stranger's tread, 
      To a dark nook, ashamed she flies, 
      And with her scanty robe, o'er-shades her weeping eyes. 
      
      Her hair, dishevel'd, wildly plays 
      With every freezing gale; 
      While down her cold cheek, deadly pale, 
      The tear of pensive sorrow strays; 
      She shuns, the PITY of the proud, 
      Her mind, still triumphs, unsubdu'd 
      Nor stoops, its misery to obtrude, 
      Upon the vulgar croud. 
      
      Unheeded, and unknown, 
      To some bleak wilderness she flies; 
      And seated on a moss-clad stone, 
      Unwholesome vapours round her rise, 
      And hang their mischiefs on her brow; 
      The ruffian winds, her limbs expose; 
      Still, still, her heart disdains to bow, 
      She cherishes her woes. 
      
      NOW FAMINE spreads her sable wings; 
      INGRATITUDE insults her pangs; 
      While from a thousand eager fangs, 
      Madd'ning she flies;­The recreant crew 
      With taunting smiles her steps pursue; 
      While on her burning, bleeding heart, 
      Fresh wounded by Affliction's dart, 
      NEGLECT, her icy poison flings; 
      From HOPE's celestial bosom hurl'd, 
      She seeks oblivion's gloom, 
      Now, now, she mocks the barb'rous world, 
      AND TRIUMPHS IN THE TOMB.

      Hymn To Adversity

      Hymn To Adversity

      By Thomas Gray

      Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,
      Thou tamer of the human breast,
      Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
      The Bad affright, afflict the Best!
      Bound in thy adamantine chain
      The Proud are taught to taste of pain,
      And purple Tyrants vainly groan
      With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
      
      When first thy Sire to send on earth
      Virtue, his darling child, designed,
      To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth,
      And bade to form her infant mind.
      Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore
      With patience many a year she bore:
      What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
      And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.
      
      Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
      Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
      Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,
      And leave us leisure to be good.
      Light they disperse, and with them go
      The summer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe;
      By vain Prosperity received,
      To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
      
      Wisdom in sable garb arrayed
      Immersed in rapt'rous thought profound,
      And Melancholy, silent maid
      With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
      Still on thy solemn steps attend:
      Warm Charity, the gen'ral Friend,
      With Justice, to herself severe,
      And Pity dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear.
      
      Oh, gently on thy Suppliant's head,
      Dread Goddess, lay thy chast'ning hand!
      Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
      Not circled with the vengeful Band
      (As by the Impious thou art seen),
      With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,
      With screaming Horror's funeral cry,
      Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.
      
      Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,
      Thy milder influence impart,
      Thy philosophic Train be there
      To soften, not to wound my heart.
      The gen'rous spark extinct revive,
      Teach me to love and to forgive,
      Exact my own defects to scan,
      What others are, to feel, and know myself a Man

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