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There was a time in 2023 when Mary Lou Retton didn't recognize herself. The Olympic gold medalist for the women's gymnastics team who made her mark in 1984 at 16 years old was fighting to survive.
Sanctuary. Atlantic. Elektra. EastWest. Musical artist. Website. rayj .com. William Ray Norwood Jr. (born January 17, 1981), [1] known professionally as Ray J, is an American R&B singer, songwriter, television presenter, and actor. Born in McComb, Mississippi and raised in Carson, California, he is the younger brother of singer and actress Brandy.
Mary Chapin Carpenter was born February 21, 1958, in Princeton, New Jersey. [2] Her father, Chapin Carpenter Jr., was an executive for Life magazine. [3] When she was 12 years old, the family moved to Tokyo, Japan, and lived there for about two years, as her father was looking to begin an Asian edition of Life. [4]
Sappho: A New Translation is a 1958 book by Mary Barnard with a foreword by Dudley Fitts.Inspired by Salvatore Quasimodo's Lirici Greci (Greek Lyric Poets) and encouraged by Ezra Pound, with whom Barnard had corresponded since 1933, she translated 100 poems of the archaic Greek poet Sappho into English free verse.
She couldn't get enough. "Amber the orangutan loves looking at her reflection," the video's caption reads. Commenters didn't blame Amber for wanting to take a good look at herself. "'Aren't you a ...
The New Colossus at Wikisource. " The New Colossus " is a sonnet by American poet Emma Lazarus (1849–1887). She wrote the poem in 1883 to raise money for the construction of a pedestal for the Statue of Liberty ( Liberty Enlightening the World ). [2] In 1903, the poem was cast onto a bronze plaque and mounted inside the pedestal's lower level.
A statue of the Virgin Mary in Mexico has been captured “crying” tears, prompting hundreds to travel to witness a “miracle.”. The statue, residing in a church in the town of El Canal ...
Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze. Two hundred to adore each breast: But thirty thousand to the rest. An Age at least to every part, And the last Age should show your Heart. For Lady you deserve this State; Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lye