The other side of nowhere By André Naffis-Sahely Thirty feet above the ground, in a warehouse in the industrial outskirts of a city we’d never lived in,I knelt inside the near-empty containerto contemplate our nomadic misery: mismatched chairs, kitchen appliances older than me, baby clothes, framed diplomas, books in a language my father never taughtContinue reading “The other side of nowhere”
WHEN I HAVE FEARS BY JOHN KEATS When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,And think that I mayContinue reading “Poem of the day: when I have fears”
I AM NOT YOURS. BY SARA TISDALE I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long to beLost as a candle lit at noon,Lost as a snowflake in the sea.You love me, and I find you stillA spirit beautiful and bright,Yet I am I, who long to beLost as a light isContinue reading “Poem of the day: I am not yours”
THE KRAKEN BY ALFRED LORD TENNYSON Below the thunders of the upper deep;Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleepThe Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights fleeAbout his shadowy sides: above him swellHuge sponges of millennial growth and height;And far away into the sickly light,From many a wondrous grot and secret cellUnnumbered and enormousContinue reading “The Kraken”
I LOVE TO SEE THE SUMMER. BY JOHN CLARE I love to see the summer beaming forthAnd white wool sack clouds sailing to the northI love to see the wild flowers come againAnd Mare blobs stain with gold the meadow drainAnd water lilies whiten on the floodsWhere reed clumps rustle like a wind shook woodWhereContinue reading “I love to see the summer”
NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.
OPEN A BOOKBy Jane Baskwill Open a bookAnd you will findPeople and places of every kind;Open a bookAnd you can beAnything that you want to be;Open a bookAnd you can shareWondrous worlds you find in there;Open a bookAnd I will tooYou read to meAnd I’ll read to you.
In August by Paul Laurence Dunbar When August days are hot an’ dry,When burning copper is the sky,I’d rather fish than feast or flyIn airy realms serene and high.I’d take a suit not made for looks,Some easily digested books,Some flies, some lines, some bait, some hooks,Then would I seek the bays and brooks.I would eschewContinue reading “In August”
HOW DID YOU DIE?By Edmund Vance Cooke Did you tackle that trouble that came your wayWith a resolute heart and cheerful?Or hide your face from the light of dayWith a craven soul and fearful?Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,Or a trouble is what you make it,And it isn’t the fact thatContinue reading “How did you die”
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 by Christina Rossetti”