The city of sleep: poem of the day

THE CITY OF SLEEP BY RUDYARD KIPLING Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams,Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is hard by the Sea of Dreams –Where the poor may lay their wrongs away, And the sick may forget to weep?But we – pity us! Oh, pityContinue reading “The city of sleep: poem of the day”

The saddest poem: poem of the day

THE SADDEST POEMBy Pablo Neruda I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.On nights likeContinue reading “The saddest poem: poem of the day”

September Midnight : poem of the day

September MidnightBY SARA TEASDALE Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,Ceaseless, insistent.The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silenceUnder a moon waning and worn, broken,Tired with summer.Let me remember you,Continue reading “September Midnight : poem of the day”

Cold heaven: poem of the day

The Cold HeavenBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heavenThat seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,And thereupon imagination and heart were drivenSo wild that every casual thought of that and thisVanished, and left but memories, that should be out of seasonWith the hot blood of youth,Continue reading “Cold heaven: poem of the day”

Love and bird: poem of the day

Love and the Birdby WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The moments passed as at a play,I had the wisdom love can bring,I had my share of mother wit;And yet for all that I could say,And though I had her praise for it,And she seemed happy as a king,Love’s moon was withering away. Believing every word I saidIContinue reading “Love and bird: poem of the day”

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!”