May by J. Galassi

MayBY JONATHAN GALASSI The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,takes on a used-up, feather-duster lookwithin a week.The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaignsends red feelers out and up and downto find the sun.Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulchsoft to the touchand rank with interface of rut and rot.The month afterContinue reading “May by J. Galassi”

May by Christina Rosetti

MAYBy Christina Rossetti I cannot tell you how it was,But this I know: it came to passUpon a bright and sunny dayWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!As yet the poppies were not bornBetween the blades of tender corn;The last egg had not hatched as yet,Nor any bird foregone its mate.I cannot tell you whatContinue reading “May by Christina Rosetti”

Invictus: poem of the day

INVICTUS BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrathContinue reading “Invictus: poem of the day”

Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!

THE RAVENBy Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— OnlyContinue reading “Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!”

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”