See it through by Edgar Guest When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face;Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace.When it’s vain to try to dodge it, Do the best that you can do;You may fail, but you may conquer, See it through!Black mayContinue reading “See it through”
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Love after love
Love After LoveBy Derek WalcottThe time will comewhen, with elation,you will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirror,and each will smile at the other’s welcome,And say, sit here. Eat.You will love again the stranger who was yourself.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heartto itself, to the stranger who has loved youallContinue reading “Love after love”
All the world’s a stage
All The World’s A StageBy William ShakespeareAll the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morningContinue reading “All the world’s a stage”
It might have been
It Might Have Been”By Ella Wheeler WilcoxWe will be what we could be. Do not say, “It might have been, had not or that, or this.”No fate can keep us from the chosen way; He only might who is.We will do what we could do. Do not dream Chance leaves a hero, all uncrowned toContinue reading “It might have been”
If you forget me
If You Forget MeBy Pablo NerudaI 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 the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtowardContinue reading “If you forget me”
The way through the woods
The Way Through The WoodsBy Rudyard KiplingTHEY 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 keeper seesThat, whereContinue reading “The way through the woods”
The fish
The FishBy Elizabeth BishopI caught a tremendous fishand held him beside the boathalf out of water, with my hookfast in a corner of his mouth.He didn’t fight.He hadn’t fought at all.He hung a grunting weight,battered and venerableand homely. Here and therehis brown skin hung in stripslike ancient wallpaper,and its pattern of darker brownwas like wallpaper:shapesContinue reading “The fish”
Still here
Still HereBY LANGSTON HUGHESI been scarred and battered.My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me,Looks like between ’em they done Tried to make meStop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’– But I don’t care! I’m still here!
Equipment
EquipmentBY EDGAR GUESTFigure it out for yourself, my lad,You’ve all that the greatest of men have had,Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,And a brain to use if you would be wise.With this equipment they all began,So start for the top and say “I can.”Look them over, the wise and great,They take their foodContinue reading “Equipment”
For Annie
For AnnieBY EDGAR ALLAN POEThank Heaven! the crisis,The danger, is past,And the lingering illnessIs over at last—And the fever called “Living”Is conquered at last.Sadly, I knowI am shorn of my strength,And no muscle I moveAs I lie at full length—But no matter!—I feelI am better at length.And I rest so composedly,Now, in my bed,That anyContinue reading “For Annie”
