Miss Rosie: poem of the day

MISS ROSIEBy Lucille Clifton when I watch youwrapped up like garbagesitting, surrounded by the smellof too old potato peelsorwhen I watch youin your old man’s shoeswith the little toe cut outsitting, waiting for your mindlike next week’s groceryI saywhen I watch youyou wet brown bag of a womanwho used to be the best looking galContinue reading “Miss Rosie: poem of the day”

Sympathy: poem of the day

SYMPATHYBy Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from itsContinue reading “Sympathy: poem of the day”

CHOICE: poem of the week

CHOICEBy Angela Morgan I’d rather have the thought of youTo hold against my heart,My spirit to be taught of youWith west winds blowing,Than all the warm caressesOf another love’s bestowing,Or all the glories of the worldIn which you had no part.I’d rather have the theme of youTo thread my nights and days,I’d rather have theContinue reading “CHOICE: poem of the week”

Acquainted: poem of the day

ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT By Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood stillContinue reading “Acquainted: poem of the day”

Dear March: poem of the day

Dear March, come in!By Emily Dickinson Dear March, come in!How glad I am!I looked for you before.Put down your hat—You must have walked—How out of breath you are!Dear March, how are you?And the rest?Did you leave Nature well?Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,I have so much to tell!I got your letter, and the bird’s;TheContinue reading “Dear March: poem of the day”

Remember: poem of the day

REMEMBERBy Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land;When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of our future that you plann’d:Only remember me; you understandIt will be lateContinue reading “Remember: poem of the day”

The way through: poem of the day

THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS By Rudyard Kipling THEY shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago.Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never knowThere was once a path through the woods Before they planted the trees:It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeperContinue reading “The way through: poem of the day”

A prick, a sting and a pretty pretty thing

What Thing Is Love?By George Peele What Thing Is Love? What thing is love? for sure love is a thing.It is a prick, it is a sting,It is a pretty, pretty thing;It is a fire, it is a coal,Whose flame creeps in at every hole;And as my wit doth best devise,Love’s dwelling is in ladies’Continue reading “A prick, a sting and a pretty pretty thing”