London: poem of the day

LONDONBy William Blake I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow,And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man, In every infant’s cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear:How the chimney-sweeper’s cry Every blackening churchContinue reading “London: poem of the day”

Without fear; poem of the day

WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR By Rabindranath Tagore Where the mind is without fear and the head is held highWhere knowledge is freeWhere the world has not been broken up into fragmentsBy narrow domestic wallsWhere words come out from the depth of truthWhere tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfectionWhere the clear stream ofContinue reading “Without fear; poem of the day”

Hunter’s song: poem of the day

HUNTER’S SONGBy Sir Walter Scott The toils are pitched, and the stakes are set,Ever sing merrily, merrily;The bows they bend, and the knives they whet,Hunters live so cheerily.It was a stag, a stag of ten,Bearing its branches sturdily;He came silently down the glen,Ever sing hardily, hardily.It was there he met with a wounded doe,She wasContinue reading “Hunter’s song: poem of the day”

Advice to a girl: poem of the day

ADVICE TO A GIRL By Sara Teasdale No one worth possessingCan be quite possessed;Lay that on your heart,My young angry dear;This truth, this hard and precious stone,Lay it on your hot cheek,Let it hide your tear.Hold it like a crystalWhen you are aloneAnd gaze in the depths of the icy stone.Long, look long and youContinue reading “Advice to a girl: poem of the day”

You will hear thunder; poem of the day

YOU WILL HEAR THUNDERBy Anna Akhmatova You will hear thunder and remember me,And think: she wanted storms. The rimOf the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.That day in Moscow, it will all come true,when, for the last time, I take my leave,And hastenContinue reading “You will hear thunder; poem of the day”

Success is counted: poem of the day

SUCCESS IS COUNTED SWEETESTBy Emily Dickinson Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne’er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need.Not one of all the purple HostWho took the Flag to-dayCan tell the definitionSo clear, of VictoryAs he, defeated -dying -On whose forbidden earThe distant strains of triumphBreak, agonized and clear!

If you forget me: poem of the day

IF YOU FORGET MEBy Pablo Neruda If You Forget MeI want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light,Continue reading “If you forget me: poem of the day”

I travelled among unknown men: poem of the day

I TRAVELLED AMONG UNKNOWN MENBy William Wordsworth I travelled among unknown men,In lands beyond the sea;Nor, England! did I know till thenWhat love I bore to thee.’Tis past, that melancholy dream!Nor will I quit thy shoreA second time; for still I seemTo love thee more and more.Among thy mountains did I feelThe joy of myContinue reading “I travelled among unknown men: poem of the day”

The year: poem of the day

THE YEARBy Ella Wheeler Wilcox What can be said in New Year rhymes,That’s not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go,We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light,We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings,We curseContinue reading “The year: poem of the day”

My wage: poem of the week

MY WAGEBy Jessie B. Rittenhouse I bargained with Life for a penny,And Life would pay no more,However I begged at eveningWhen I counted my scanty store;For Life is a just employer,He gives you what you ask,But once you have set the wages,Why, you must bear the task.I worked for a menial’s hire,Only to learn, dismayed,ThatContinue reading “My wage: poem of the week”