An Irish Airman foresees his DeathBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I know that I shall meet my fateSomewhere among the clouds above;Those that I fight I do not hate,Those that I guard I do not love;My country is Kiltartan Cross,My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,No likely end could bring them lossOr leave them happier than before.Nor law, norContinue reading “An Irish man foresees his death : poem of the day”
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Cold heaven: poem of the day
The Cold HeavenBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heavenThat seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,And thereupon imagination and heart were drivenSo wild that every casual thought of that and thisVanished, and left but memories, that should be out of seasonWith the hot blood of youth,Continue reading “Cold heaven: 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!”
Men say they know: poem of the day
Men Say They Know Many ThingsBY HENRY DAVID THOREAU Men say they know many things;But lo! they have taken wings, The arts and sciences,And a thousand appliances;The wind that blowsIs all that any body knows.
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”
What thing is love?
What Thing Is Love?by George Peele 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’ eyes,From whence do glanceContinue reading “What thing is love?”
No: poem of the day
No!By Thomas Hood No sun–no moon!No morn–no noon!No dawn–no dusk–no proper time of day–No sky–no earthly view–No distance looking blue–No road–no street–no “t’other side this way”–No end to any Row–No indications where the Crescents go–No top to any steeple–No recognitions of familiar people–No courtesies for showing ’em–No knowing ’em!No traveling at all–no locomotion–No inkling ofContinue reading “No: poem of the day”
A fallen leaf: poem of the day
A FALLEN LEAFBy Ella Wheeler Wilcox A trusting little leaf of green,A bold audacious frost;A rendezvous, a kiss or two,And youth for ever lost.Ah, me!The bitter, bitter cost.A flaunting patch of vivid red,That quivers in the sun;A windy gust, a grave of dust,The little race is run.Ah, me!Were that the only one.
I measure every grief: poem of the day
I measure every Grief I meet By Emily Dickinson I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an Easier size.I wonder if They bore it long – Or did it just begin – I could not tell the Date of Mine – ItContinue reading “I measure every grief: poem of the day”
A narrow fell in the grass
A narrow Fellow in the Grass BY EMILY DICKINSON A narrow Fellow in the GrassOccasionally rides -You may have met him? Did you notHis notice instant is -The Grass divides as with a Comb,A spotted Shaft is seen,And then it closes at your FeetAnd opens further on -He likes a Boggy Acre – A FloorContinue reading “A narrow fell in the grass”
The grey clover 