DUST OF SNOWBy Robert Frost The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.
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Commandments: poem of the day
THE PARADOXICAL COMMANDMENTSBy Kent M. Keith People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.Succeed anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.Do good anyway. Honesty and franknessContinue reading “Commandments: poem of the day”
Absence: poem of the day
ABSENCEBy Charlotte Mew Sometimes I know the wayYou walk, up over the bay;It is a wind from that far seaThat blows the fragrance of your hair to me.Or in this garden when the breezeTouches my treesTo stir their dreaming shadows on the grassI see you pass.In sheltered beds, the heart of every roseSerenely sleeps to-night.Continue reading “Absence: poem of the day”
A time to talk: poem of the week
A TIME TO TALKBy Robert Frost When a friend calls to me from the roadAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don’t stand still and look aroundOn all the hills I haven’t hoed,And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’No, not as there is a time to talk.I thrust my hoe in theContinue reading “A time to talk: poem of the week”
It’s fine today: poem of the day
IT’S FINE TODAYBy Douglas Malloch Sure, this world is full of trouble I ain’t said it ain’t.Lord, I’ve had enough and double Reason for complaint;Rain and storm have come to fret me, Skies are often gray;Thorns and brambles have beset me On the road — but say, Ain’t it fine today? What’s the use ofContinue reading “It’s fine today: poem of the day”
Work: poem of the day
WORKBy Henry Van Dyke Let me but do my work from day to day,In field or forest, at the desk or loom,In roaring market-place or tranquil room;Let me but find it in my heart to say,When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,”This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;”Of all who live, I am theContinue reading “Work: poem of the day”
No images; poem of the day
NO IMAGESBy William Waring Cuney She does not knowher beauty,she thinks her brown bodyhas no glory.If she could dancenakedunder palm treesand see her image in the river,she would know.But there are no palm treeson the street,and dish water gives backno images.
Oranges: Poem of the day
ORANGESBy Gary Soto The first time I walkedWith a girl, I was twelve,Cold, and weighted downWith two oranges in my jacket.December. Frost crackingBeneath my steps, my breathBefore me, then gone,As I walked towardHer house, the one whosePorch light burned yellowNight and day, in any weather.A dog barked at me, untilShe came out pullingAt her gloves,Continue reading “Oranges: Poem of the day”
Love’s language
LOVE’S LANGUAGE By Ella Wheeler Wilcox How does Love speak?In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted eye–The smile that proves the parent to a sighThus doth Love speak. How does Love speak?By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freakOf bounding pulses that standContinue reading “Love’s language”
See it through: poem of the day
SEE IT THROUGH By Edgar Guest When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face;Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace.When it’s vain to try to dodge it, Do the best that you can do;You may fail, but you may conquer, See it through! BlackContinue reading “See it through: poem of the day”
The grey clover 