Rural ReflectionsBy Adrienne Rich This is the grass your feet are planted on.You paint it orange or you sing it green,But you have never foundA way to make the grass mean what you mean. A cloud can be whatever you intend:Ostrich or leaning tower or staring eye.But you have never foundA cloud sufficient to expressContinue reading “Poem of the day: Rural reflections”
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Poem of the day: Roses and rue
Roses and rueBy Oscar Wilde Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,Were it worth the pleasure,We never could learn love’s song,We are parted too long.Could the passionate past that is fledCall back its dead,Could we live it all over again,Were it worth the pain!I remember we used to meetBy an ivied seat,And you warbled eachContinue reading “Poem of the day: Roses and rue”
Poem of the day: Anecdote
ANECDOTE OF THE JARBy Wallace Stevens I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill.The wilderness rose up to it,And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the ground And tall and of a port in air.It took dominion everywhere.Continue reading “Poem of the day: Anecdote”
Poem of the day: A hue
A Hue and Cry after Fair AmoretBy William Congreve FAIR Amoret is gone astray— Pursue and seek her, ev’ry lover;I’ll tell the signs by which you may The wand’ring Shepherdess discover.Coquette and coy at once her air, Both studied, tho’ both seem neglected;Careless she is, with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected.With skill her eyesContinue reading “Poem of the day: A hue”
Poem of the day: Harlem
HARLEM By Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
Poem of the day: Alone
ALONEBy Edgar Allen Poe From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone—And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—Then—in my childhood—in the dawnOf a mostContinue reading “Poem of the day: Alone”
Poem of the day: Life’s scars
LIFES SCARS By Ella Wheeler Wilcox They say the world is round, and yetI often think it square,So many little hurts we getFrom corners here and there.But one great truth in life I’ve found,While journeying to the West-The only folks who really woundAre those we love the best.The man you thoroughly despiseCan rouse your wrath,Continue reading “Poem of the day: Life’s scars”
Poem of the day: when I have fears
WHEN I HAVE FEARS BY JOHN KEATS When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,And think that I mayContinue reading “Poem of the day: when I have fears”
Forty years
Forty years by Mary Oliver for forty yearsthe sheets of white paper havepassed under my hands and I have tried to improve their peacefulemptiness putting downlittle curls little shaftsof letters words little flames leapingnot one pagewas less to me than fascinatingdiscursive full of cadence its pale nerves hidingin the curves of the Qsbehind the soldierly Hsin the webbedContinue reading “Forty years”
The true meaning of life
THE TRUE MEANING OF LIFE By Patricia A. Fleming The Years have passed by,In the blink of an eye,Moments of sadness,And joy have flown by. People I loved,Have come and have gone,But the world never stopped,And we all carried on. Life wasn’t easy,And the struggles were there,Filled with times that it mattered,Times I just didn’tContinue reading “The true meaning of life”
The grey clover 