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

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”

Sympathy: 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”