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 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
Men Say They Know Many ThingsBY HENRY DAVID THOREAU Men say they know many things;But lo! they have taken wings, The arts and sciences,And a thousand appliances;The wind that blowsIs all that any body knows.
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 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”
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”
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!
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 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, 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”