The Human SeasonsBY JOHN KEATS Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man:He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span:He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he lovesTo ruminate, and by such dreamingContinue reading “The human seasons: poem of the day”
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Here I love you: poem of the day
Here I Love YouBy Pablo Neruda Here I love youIn the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant watersDays, all one kind, go chasing each other The snow unfurls in dancing figures.A silver gull slips down from the west.sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross ofContinue reading “Here I love you: poem of the day”
A noiseless spider: poem of the day
A Noiseless Patient SpiderBY WALT WHITMAN A noiseless patient spider,I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand,Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,Ceaselessly musing,Continue reading “A noiseless spider: poem of the day”
September 1913: poem of the day
September 1913BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS What need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to shivering prayer, untilYou have dried the marrow from the bone;For men were born to pray and save:Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,It’s with O’Leary in the grave.Yet they were of aContinue reading “September 1913: poem of the day”
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 song: Poem of the day
September SongBY GEOFFREY HILL Undesirable you may have been, untouchableyou were not. Not forgottenor passed over at the proper time.As estimated, you died. Things marched,sufficient, to that end.Just so much Zyklon and leather, patentedterror, so many routine cries.(I have madean elegy for myself itis true)September fattens on vines. Rosesflake from the wall. The smokeof harmlessContinue reading “September song: Poem of the day”
My heart leaps: poem of the day
My Heart Leaps UpBy William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my daysContinue reading “My heart leaps: poem of the day”
The city of sleep: poem of the day
The City of SleepBY 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, pity us!Continue reading “The city of sleep: poem of the day”
An Irish man foresees his death : poem of the day
An Irish Airman foresees his DeathBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I know that I shall meet my fateSomewhere among the clouds above;Those that I fight I do not hate,Those that I guard I do not love;My country is Kiltartan Cross,My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,No likely end could bring them lossOr leave them happier than before.Nor law, norContinue reading “An Irish man foresees his death : poem of the day”
The grey clover 