HEAVY By Mary Oliver That timeI thought I could notgo any closer to griefwithout dying I went closer,and I did not die.Surely Godhad his hand in this, as well as friends.Still, I was bent,and my laughter,as the poet said, was nowhere to be found.Then said my friend Daniel,(brave even among lions),“It’s not the weight youContinue reading “Heavy; poem of the day”
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Trees; poem of the day
TREESBy Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in Summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow hasContinue reading “Trees; poem of the day”
A dream of trees
A dream of treesBY MARY OLIVER There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,A quiet house, some green and modest acresA little way from every troubling town,A little way from factories, schools, laments.I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,With only streams and birds for company,To build out of my lifeContinue reading “A dream of trees”
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”
Love is not all: poem of the day
LOVE IS NOT ALLBy Edna St. Vincent Millay Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain;Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again;Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,Nor clean the blood, nor set theContinue reading “Love is not all: 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”
The garden of delight: 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: poem of the day
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 blue: poem of the day
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 Rosie: 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”
The grey clover 