The city of sleep: poem of the day

The City of SleepBY RUDYARD KIPLING Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams,Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is hard by the Sea of Dreams –Where the poor may lay their wrongs away, And the sick may forget to weep?But we – pity us! Oh, pity us!Continue reading “The city of sleep: poem of the day”

An Irish man foresees his death : poem of the day

An Irish Airman foresees his DeathBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I know that I shall meet my fateSomewhere among the clouds above;Those that I fight I do not hate,Those that I guard I do not love;My country is Kiltartan Cross,My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,No likely end could bring them lossOr leave them happier than before.Nor law, norContinue reading “An Irish man foresees his death : poem of the day”

Cold heaven: poem of the day

The Cold HeavenBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heavenThat seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,And thereupon imagination and heart were drivenSo wild that every casual thought of that and thisVanished, and left but memories, that should be out of seasonWith the hot blood of youth,Continue reading “Cold heaven: poem of the day”

To Helen: poem of the day

TO HELENBy Edgar Allan Poe Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicéan barks of yore,That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that wasContinue reading “To Helen: poem of the day”

Love and bird: poem of the day

Love and the Birdby WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The moments passed as at a play,I had the wisdom love can bring,I had my share of mother wit;And yet for all that I could say,And though I had her praise for it,And she seemed happy as a king,Love’s moon was withering away. Believing every word I saidIContinue reading “Love and bird: poem of the day”

May by J. Galassi

MayBY JONATHAN GALASSI The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,takes on a used-up, feather-duster lookwithin a week.The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaignsends red feelers out and up and downto find the sun.Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulchsoft to the touchand rank with interface of rut and rot.The month afterContinue reading “May by J. Galassi”

May by Christina Rosetti

MAYBy Christina Rossetti I cannot tell you how it was,But this I know: it came to passUpon a bright and sunny dayWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!As yet the poppies were not bornBetween the blades of tender corn;The last egg had not hatched as yet,Nor any bird foregone its mate.I cannot tell you whatContinue reading “May by Christina Rosetti”