I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me(i carry it in]BY E. E. CUMMINGSi carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling) i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it’sContinue reading “I carry your heart with me”


RememberBY JOY HARJORemember the sky that you were born under,know each of the star’s stories.Remember the moon, know who she is.Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is thestrongest point of time. Remember sundownand the giving away to night.Remember your birth, how your mother struggledto give you form and breath. You are evidence ofher life,Continue reading “Remember”

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a BlackbirdBY WALLACE STEVENSIAmong twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. III was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. IIIThe blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IVA man and aContinue reading “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”

Mending wall

Mending WallBY ROBERT FROSTSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall,That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,And spills the upper boulders in the sun;And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.The work of hunters is another thing:I have come after them and made repairWhere they have left not one stone on a stone,But they would haveContinue reading “Mending wall”

As I walked out one evening

As I walked out one eveningBY W.H AUDENAs I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street,The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat.And down by the brimming river I heard a lover singUnder an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no ending.’I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and AfricaContinue reading “As I walked out one evening”

Where the sidewalk ends

Where the sidewalk endsBY SHEL SILVERSTEINThere is a place where the sidewalk endsand before the street begins,and there the grass grows soft and white,and there the sun burns crimson bright,and there the moon-bird rests from his flightto cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackand the dark street windsContinue reading “Where the sidewalk ends”

The Tyger

The Tyger BY WILLIAM BLAKETyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand, dare seize the fire?And what shoulder, & what art,Could twist the sinews ofContinue reading “The Tyger”

A dream within a dream

A Dream Within a DreamBY EDGAR ALLAN POETake this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow —You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?Continue reading “A dream within a dream”

When great trees fall

When Great Trees FallBY MAYA ANGELOU When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die, the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kindContinue reading “When great trees fall”