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 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?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!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 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 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 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”
MY SHADOWBy Robert Lewis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.The funniestContinue reading “Poem of the day: my shadow”
WHO SAID IT WAS SIMPLEBy Audre Lorde There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear.Sitting in Nedicksthe women rally before they march discussing the problematic girls they hire to make them free.An almost white counterman passes a waiting brother to serve them first and theContinue reading “Poem of the day: who said it”
The returnBy Ezra Pound See, they return; ah, see the tentativeMovements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back; These were the “Wing’d-with-Awe,” inviolable.Continue reading “Poem of the day: The return”