Where the sidewalk endsBY SHEL SILVERSTEINThere is a place where the sidewalk endsand before the street begins,and there the grass grows soft and white,and there the sun burns crimson bright,and there the moon-bird rests from his flightto cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackand the dark street windsContinue reading “Where the sidewalk ends”
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The Tyger
The Tyger BY WILLIAM BLAKETyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand, dare seize the fire?And what shoulder, & what art,Could twist the sinews ofContinue reading “The Tyger”
A dream within a dream
A Dream Within a DreamBY EDGAR ALLAN POETake this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow —You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?Continue reading “A dream within a dream”
Flower in the crannied wall
Flower in the Crannied WallBY LORD ALFRED TENNYSON Flower in the crannied wall,I pluck you out of the crannies,I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,Little flower – but if I could understandWhat you are, root and all, and all in all,I should know what God and man is.
When great trees fall
When Great Trees FallBY MAYA ANGELOU When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die, the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kindContinue reading “When great trees fall”
Calmly we walk through this April’s day
Calmly We Walk through This April’s DayBY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Calmly we walk through this April’s day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The screaming children, the motor-car Fugitive about us, running away, Between the worker and the millionaire Number provides all distances, It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now, Many great dears are taken away, What will become of you and me(ThisContinue reading “Calmly we walk through this April’s day”
The scariest moment
Another Monday is here again! Hello Clovers! My advice for this week is to do one of those things you’ve been putting off since like forever. It’s time to put your Nike gear on and just do it Start now, why put it off till tomorrow? Sometimes, I guess starting something new can be aContinue reading “The scariest moment”
FIRE AND ICE
Fire and Ice BY ROBERT FROST Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice Is also great AndContinue reading “FIRE AND ICE”
We wear the mask
We Wear the MaskBY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBARWe wear the mask that grins and lies,It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—This debt we pay to human guile;With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,In counting all our tears and sighs?Nay, let them only see us, while WeContinue reading “We wear the mask”
No man is an island
No man is an islandBY JOHN DONNENo man is an island,entire of itself;every man is a piece of the continent,a part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less,as well as if a promontory were.as well as if a manor of thy friend’sor of thine own were.Any man’s deathContinue reading “No man is an island”
