As I walked out one evening

As I walked out one eveningBY W.H AUDENAs I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street,The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat.And down by the brimming river I heard a lover singUnder an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no ending.’I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and AfricaContinue reading “As I walked out one evening”

Where the sidewalk ends

Where the sidewalk endsBY SHEL SILVERSTEINThere is a place where the sidewalk endsand before the street begins,and there the grass grows soft and white,and there the sun burns crimson bright,and there the moon-bird rests from his flightto cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackand the dark street windsContinue reading “Where the sidewalk ends”

A dream within a dream

A Dream Within a DreamBY EDGAR ALLAN POETake this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow —You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?Continue reading “A dream within a dream”

Calmly we walk through this April’s day

Calmly We Walk through This April’s DayBY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Calmly we walk through this April’s day,   Metropolitan poetry here and there,   In the park sit pauper and rentier,   The screaming children, the motor-car   Fugitive about us, running away,   Between the worker and the millionaire   Number provides all distances,   It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,   Many great dears are taken away,   What will become of you and me(ThisContinue reading “Calmly we walk through this April’s day”

We wear the mask

We Wear the MaskBY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBARWe wear the mask that grins and lies,It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—This debt we pay to human guile;With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,In counting all our tears and sighs?Nay, let them only see us, while WeContinue reading “We wear the mask”

No man is an island

No man is an islandBY JOHN DONNENo man is an island,entire of itself;every man is a piece of the continent,a part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less,as well as if a promontory well as if a manor of thy friend’sor of thine own were.Any man’s deathContinue reading “No man is an island”