Dear March: poem of the day

Dear March, come in!By Emily Dickinson Dear March, come in!How glad I am!I looked for you before.Put down your hat—You must have walked—How out of breath you are!Dear March, how are you?And the rest?Did you leave Nature well?Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,I have so much to tell!I got your letter, and the bird’s;TheContinue reading “Dear March: poem of the day”

Remember: poem of the day

REMEMBERBy Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land;When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of our future that you plann’d:Only remember me; you understandIt will be lateContinue reading “Remember: poem of the day”

The way through: poem of the day

THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS By Rudyard Kipling THEY shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago.Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never knowThere was once a path through the woods Before they planted the trees:It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeperContinue reading “The way through: poem of the day”

Top ten Tuesday

Hi Clovers, I will be listing ten of my favourite poems I think everyone should to read or listen to. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Drop your favourite poems in the comments too 1. Phenomenal woman by Maya Angelou PHENOMENAL WOMANBy Maya AngelouPretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m notContinue reading “Top ten Tuesday”

A prick, a sting and a pretty pretty thing

What Thing Is Love?By George Peele What Thing Is Love? What thing is love? for sure love is a thing.It is a prick, it is a sting,It is a pretty, pretty thing;It is a fire, it is a coal,Whose flame creeps in at every hole;And as my wit doth best devise,Love’s dwelling is in ladies’Continue reading “A prick, a sting and a pretty pretty thing”

A dream girl: poem of the day

DREAM GIRLBY CARL SANDBURG You will come one day in a waver of love,Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,The tan of the sun will be on your skin,The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,You will pose with a hill-flower grace.You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,A poise of the head no sculptorContinue reading “A dream girl: poem of the day”

The children’s hour: poem of the day

THE CHILDREN’S HOURBy Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,That is known as the Children’s Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet,The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.Continue reading “The children’s hour: poem of the day”