The Human SeasonsBY JOHN KEATS Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man:He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span:He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he lovesTo ruminate, and by such dreamingContinue reading “The human seasons: poem of the day”
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Here I love you: poem of the day
Here I Love YouBy Pablo Neruda Here I love youIn the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant watersDays, all one kind, go chasing each other The snow unfurls in dancing figures.A silver gull slips down from the west.sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross ofContinue reading “Here I love you: poem of the day”
Divine Evil: Book Review
Welcome back Clovers! Today I’ll be reviewing the book Devine Evil by Nora Roberts What’s it about ? The book talks about a family living in their small and peaceful hometown when a tragedy hits them leaving a single mother to raise her two children by herself. They eventually moved out of the town. AboutContinue reading “Divine Evil: Book Review”
A noiseless spider: poem of the day
A Noiseless Patient SpiderBY WALT WHITMAN A noiseless patient spider,I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand,Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,Ceaselessly musing,Continue reading “A noiseless spider: poem of the day”
The rainy day: poem of the day
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At a window: poem of the day
At a WindowBY CARL SANDBURG Give me hunger,O you gods that sit and giveThe world its orders.Give me hunger, pain and want,Shut me out with shame and failureFrom your doors of gold and fame,Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!But leave me a little love,A voice to speak to me in the day end,A hand toContinue reading “At a window: poem of the day”
September 1913: poem of the day
September 1913BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS What need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to shivering prayer, untilYou have dried the marrow from the bone;For men were born to pray and save:Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,It’s with O’Leary in the grave.Yet they were of aContinue reading “September 1913: poem of the day”
The city of sleep: poem of the day
THE CITY OF SLEEP BY RUDYARD KIPLING Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams,Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is hard by the Sea of Dreams –Where the poor may lay their wrongs away, And the sick may forget to weep?But we – pity us! Oh, pityContinue reading “The city of sleep: poem of the day”
The saddest poem: poem of the day
THE SADDEST POEMBy Pablo Neruda I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.On nights likeContinue reading “The saddest poem: poem of the day”
September Midnight : poem of the day
September MidnightBY SARA TEASDALE Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,Ceaseless, insistent.The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silenceUnder a moon waning and worn, broken,Tired with summer.Let me remember you,Continue reading “September Midnight : poem of the day”
The grey clover 