May by J. Galassi

MayBY JONATHAN GALASSI The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,takes on a used-up, feather-duster lookwithin a week.The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaignsends red feelers out and up and downto find the sun.Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulchsoft to the touchand rank with interface of rut and rot.The month afterContinue reading “May by J. Galassi”

May by Christina Rosetti

MAYBy Christina Rossetti I cannot tell you how it was,But this I know: it came to passUpon a bright and sunny dayWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!As yet the poppies were not bornBetween the blades of tender corn;The last egg had not hatched as yet,Nor any bird foregone its mate.I cannot tell you whatContinue reading “May by Christina Rosetti”

Invictus: poem of the day

INVICTUS BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrathContinue reading “Invictus: poem of the day”

Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!

THE RAVENBy Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— OnlyContinue reading “Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!”

I shall not care: poem of the day

I SHALL NOT CAREBy Sara Teasdale When I am dead and over me bright AprilShakes out her rain-drenched hair,Tho’ you should lean above me broken-hearted,I shall not care.I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peacefulWhen rain bends down the bough,And I shall be more silent and cold-heartedThan you are now.

Heavy; poem of the day

HEAVY By Mary Oliver That timeI thought I could notgo any closer to griefwithout dying I went closer,and I did not die.Surely Godhad his hand in this, as well as friends.Still, I was bent,and my laughter,as the poet said, was nowhere to be found.Then said my friend Daniel,(brave even among lions),“It’s not the weight youContinue reading “Heavy; poem of the day”

Distressed haiku: poem of the day

DISTRESSED HAIKUby Donald Hall In a week or ten daysthe snow and icewill melt from Cemetery Road.I’m coming! Don’t move!Once again it is April.Today is the daywe would have been marriedtwenty-six years.I finished with Aprilhalfway through March. You think that theirdying is the worstthing that could happen.Then they stay dead. Will Hall ever writelines thatContinue reading “Distressed haiku: poem of the day”

The thing is: poem of the day

THE THING ISBy Ellen Bass to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit for gills than lungs;when grief weights youContinue reading “The thing is: poem of the day”