I SHALL NOT CAREBy Sara Teasdale When I am dead and over me bright AprilShakes out her rain-drenched hair,Tho’ you should lean above me broken-hearted,I shall not care.I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peacefulWhen rain bends down the bough,And I shall be more silent and cold-heartedThan you are now.
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Heavy; poem of the day
HEAVY By Mary Oliver That timeI thought I could notgo any closer to griefwithout dying I went closer,and I did not die.Surely Godhad his hand in this, as well as friends.Still, I was bent,and my laughter,as the poet said, was nowhere to be found.Then said my friend Daniel,(brave even among lions),“It’s not the weight youContinue reading “Heavy; poem of the day”
If you forget me: poem of the day
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Voice of The Grey Clover 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…
Let evening come: poem of the week
LET EVENING COMEBy Jane Kenyon Let the light of late afternoonshine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down.Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the starsContinue reading “Let evening come: poem of the week”
Distressed haiku: poem of the day
DISTRESSED HAIKUby Donald Hall In a week or ten daysthe snow and icewill melt from Cemetery Road.I’m coming! Don’t move!Once again it is April.Today is the daywe would have been marriedtwenty-six years.I finished with Aprilhalfway through March. You think that theirdying is the worstthing that could happen.Then they stay dead. Will Hall ever writelines thatContinue reading “Distressed haiku: poem of the day”
A dream of trees
A dream of treesBY MARY OLIVER There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,A quiet house, some green and modest acresA little way from every troubling town,A little way from factories, schools, laments.I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,With only streams and birds for company,To build out of my lifeContinue reading “A dream of trees”
The thing is: poem of the day
THE THING ISBy Ellen Bass to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit for gills than lungs;when grief weights youContinue reading “The thing is: poem of the day”
Love is not all: poem of the day
LOVE IS NOT ALLBy Edna St. Vincent Millay Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain;Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again;Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,Nor clean the blood, nor set theContinue reading “Love is not all: poem of the day”
Daffodils: poem of the day
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched inContinue reading “Daffodils: poem of the day”
When great trees fall: poem of the day
WHEN GREAT TREES FALL By Maya Angelou When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die, the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws onContinue reading “When great trees fall: poem of the day”
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