Poem of day: A minor bird

A MINOR BIRDby Robert Frost I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no more.The fault must partly have been in me.The bird was not to blame for his key.And of course thereContinue reading “Poem of day: A minor bird”

Poem of the day: My pretty rose tree

My pretty rose tree By William Blake A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore;But I said “I’ve a pretty rose tree,” And I passed the sweet flower o’er.Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night;But my rose turned away with jealousy,Continue reading “Poem of the day: My pretty rose tree”

Poem of the day: Time enough

Time enough By Ella Wheeler Wilcox I know it is early morning, And hope is calling aloud,And your heart is afire with Youth’s desire To hurry along with the crowd.But linger a bit by the roadside, And lend a hand by the way,’Tis a curious fact that a generous act Brings leisure and luck toContinue reading “Poem of the day: Time enough”

Poem of the day: An objection

An objection to being stepped on By Robert Frost At the end of the rowI stepped on the toeOf an unemployed hoe.It rose in offenseAnd struck me a blowIn the seat of my sense.It wasn’t to blameBut I called it a name.And I must say it dealtMe a blow that I feltLike a malice prepense.YouContinue reading “Poem of the day: An objection”

Poem of the week: The farm house by the river

The farm house by the river By Paul Laurence Dunbar I know a little country place Where still my heart doth linger, And o’er its fields is every grace Lined out by memory’s finger. Back from the lane where poplar grew And aspens quake and quiver, There stands all bath’d in summer’s glow A farmContinue reading “Poem of the week: The farm house by the river”

Poem of the day: The brook

THE BROOK By Alfred Tennyson I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.Till last by Philip’s farm I flow ToContinue reading “Poem of the day: The brook”

Poem of the day: Let these be your desires

LET THESE BE YOUR DESIRES BY KHALIL GIBRAN Love has no other desire but to fulfill itselfBut if your love and must needs have desires,Let these be your desires:To melt and be like a running brookThat sings its melody to the night.To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understandingContinue reading “Poem of the day: Let these be your desires”

Poem of the day: The explosion

THE EXPLOSIONBy Philip Larkin On the day of the explosionShadows pointed towards the pithead:In the sun the slagheap slept.Down the lane came men in pitbootsCoughing oath-edged talk and pipe-smoke,Shouldering off the freshened silence.One chased after rabbits; lost them;Came back with a nest of lark’s eggs;Showed them; lodged them in the grasses.So they passed in beardsContinue reading “Poem of the day: The explosion”

When we two parted

WHEN WE TWO PARTED By George Gordon Byron When we two parted In silence and tears,Half broken-hearted To sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow–It felt like the warning Of what I feel now.Thy vows areContinue reading “When we two parted”

Poem of the day: I sit and look out

I SIT AND LOOK OUT By Walt Whitman I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done;I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate;IContinue reading “Poem of the day: I sit and look out”