Distressed haiku: poem of the day

DISTRESSED HAIKUby Donald Hall In a week or ten daysthe snow and icewill melt from Cemetery Road.I’m coming! Don’t move!Once again it is April.Today is the daywe would have been marriedtwenty-six years.I finished with Aprilhalfway through March. You think that theirdying is the worstthing that could happen.Then they stay dead. Will Hall ever writelines thatContinue reading “Distressed haiku: poem of the day”

The thing is: poem of the day

THE THING ISBy Ellen Bass to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit for gills than lungs;when grief weights youContinue reading “The thing is: poem of the day”

Daffodils: poem of the day

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched inContinue reading “Daffodils: poem of the day”

When great trees fall: poem of the day

WHEN GREAT TREES FALL By Maya Angelou When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die, the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws onContinue reading “When great trees fall: poem of the day”

The garden of delight: poem of the day

THE GARDEN OF DELIGHTBy Lucille Clifton for someit is stonebare smoothas a buttockroundinginto the crevasseof the worldfor someit is extravagantwater mouths widewashing togetherforever for someit is firefor some airand for somecertain only of the syllablesit is the element theysearch their lives foredenfor themit is a test

Fragmentary blue: poem of the day

FRAGMENTARY BLUEBy Robert Frost Why make so much of fragmentary blueIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—Though some savants make earth include the sky;And blue so far above us comes so high,ItContinue reading “Fragmentary blue: poem of the day”

Miss Rosie: poem of the day

MISS ROSIEBy Lucille Clifton when I watch youwrapped up like garbagesitting, surrounded by the smellof too old potato peelsorwhen I watch youin your old man’s shoeswith the little toe cut outsitting, waiting for your mindlike next week’s groceryI saywhen I watch youyou wet brown bag of a womanwho used to be the best looking galContinue reading “Miss Rosie: poem of the day”