What thing is love?

What Thing Is Love?by George Peele 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’ eyes,From whence do glanceContinue reading “What thing is love?”

The children’s hour: poem of the day

THE CHILDREN’S HOURBy Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,That is known as the Children’s Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet,The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.Continue reading “The children’s hour: poem of the day”

Alone: poem of the day

ALONE WITH EVERYBODYBy Charles Bukowski the flesh covers the boneand they put a mindin there andsometimes a soul,and the women breakvases against the wallsand the men drink toomuchand nobody finds theonebut keeplookingcrawling in and outof beds.flesh coversthe bone and theflesh searchesfor more thanflesh.there’s no chanceat all:we are all trappedby a singularfate.nobody ever findsthe one.the cityContinue reading “Alone: poem of the day”

Freedom: poem of the day

FREEDOM By Rabindranath Tagore Freedom from fear is the freedomI claim for you my motherland!Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoningcall of the future;Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewithyou fasten yourself in night’s stillness,mistrusting the star that speaks of truth’s adventurous paths;freedom fromContinue reading “Freedom: poem of the day”

Roadways: poem of the day

ROADWAYSBy John Masefield One road leads to London, One road leads to Wales,My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.One road leads to the river, As it goes singing slow;My road leads to shipping, Where the bronzed sailors go.Leads me, lures me, calls me To salt green tossing sea;A road without earth’s road-dustContinue reading “Roadways: poem of the day”

London: poem of the day

LONDONBy William Blake I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow,And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man, In every infant’s cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear:How the chimney-sweeper’s cry Every blackening churchContinue reading “London: poem of the day”

Without fear; poem of the day

WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR By Rabindranath Tagore Where the mind is without fear and the head is held highWhere knowledge is freeWhere the world has not been broken up into fragmentsBy narrow domestic wallsWhere words come out from the depth of truthWhere tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfectionWhere the clear stream ofContinue reading “Without fear; poem of the day”