SYMPATHYBy Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from itsContinue reading “Sympathy: poem of the day”
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Still here: poem of the day
STILL HEREBy Langston Hughes I 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!
CHOICE: poem of the week
CHOICEBy Angela Morgan I’d rather have the thought of youTo hold against my heart,My spirit to be taught of youWith west winds blowing,Than all the warm caressesOf another love’s bestowing,Or all the glories of the worldIn which you had no part.I’d rather have the theme of youTo thread my nights and days,I’d rather have theContinue reading “CHOICE: poem of the week”
Acquainted: poem of the day
ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT By Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood stillContinue reading “Acquainted: poem of the day”
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”
Sylvia: poem of the day
SYLVIABy George Etherege The Nymph that undoes me, is fair and unkind;No less than a wonder by Nature designed.She’s the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye;And the cause of a flame that never can die!Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows,Has the beautiful blush, and the smell, of the rose.Love andContinue reading “Sylvia: poem of the day”
The Eagle: poem of the day
THE EAGLEBy Alfred Tennyson He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ringed with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And like a thunderbolt he falls.
To my valentine: poem of the day
TO MY VALENTINEBy Ogden Nash More than a catbird hates a cat,Or a criminal hates a clue,Or the Axis hates the United States,That’s how much I love you.I love you more than a duck can swim,And more than a grapefruit squirts,I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,And more than a toothacheContinue reading “To my valentine: poem of the day”
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”
The grey clover 