In My DreamsBY STEVIE SMITHIn my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away, Whither and why I know not nor do I care.And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter, And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.In my dreams they are always waving their hands andContinue reading “In my dreams”
The Rainy DayBY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust more dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.My life is cold and dark and dreary;It rains and the wind is never weary;My thoughtsContinue reading “Poem of the day: The rainy day”
Our revels now are ended’BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREOur revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air;And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capped tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,And, like this insubstantial pageantContinue reading “Our revels are now ended”
INVITATIONBY SHEL SILVERSTEINIf you are a dreamer, come inIf you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fireFor we have some flax-golden tales to spin.Come in!Come in!
MISSINGBY LEE JANG-WOOKI was gradually delivered to you.I was born outside of myself.I could recall nothing, yetwithout the least errorI began to vanish.As I walked along the streetthe memory of someonemade my hair stand on end.Passers-by watched the sightof my feet leaving the ground.When my eyebrows and lips and even my shoulderswere vanishing impetuously yetContinue reading “Missing”
HARLEMLangston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore—And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over—like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it explode?
My Heart SoarsBY CHIEF DAN GEORGE The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me.The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.The faintness of the stars,the freshness of the morning,the dew drop on the flower,speaks to me.The strength of fire,the taste ofContinue reading “My heart soars”
What Life Should BeBY PATRICIA FLEMMINGTo learn while still a childWhat this life is meant to be.To know it goes beyond myselfIt’s so much more than me.To overcome the tragedies,To survive the hardest times.To face those moments filled with pain,And still manage to be kind.To fight for those who can’t themselves,To always share my light.WithContinue reading “What life should be”
LeisureBY W. H. DAVIESWHAT is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?—No time to stand beneath the boughs,And stare as long as sheep and cows:No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skiesContinue reading “LEISURE”