A Quoi Bon Dire?BY CHARLOTTE MEW Seventeen years ago you saidSomething that sounded like Good-bye;And everybody thinks that you are dead,But I.So I, as I grow stiff and coldTo this and that say Good-bye too;And everybody sees that I am oldBut you.And one fine morning in a sunny laneSome boy and girl will meet andContinue reading “A quoi bon dire?”
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Diving into the wreck
Diving into the wreck BY ADRIENNE RICHFirst having read the book of myths,and loaded the camera,and checked the edge of the knife-blade,I put onthe body-armor of black rubberthe absurd flippersthe grave and awkward mask.I am having to do thisnot like Cousteau with hisassiduous teamaboard the sun-flooded schoonerbut here alone.There is a ladder.The ladder is alwaysContinue reading “Diving into the wreck”
Love and the bird
Love and the Bird”BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe 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 saidI praised herContinue reading “Love and the bird”
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said
Psalm of Life(What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.)BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWTell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, toContinue reading “What The Heart Of The Young Man Said”
Remember
RememberBY JOY HARJORemember the sky that you were born under,know each of the star’s stories.Remember the moon, know who she is.Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is thestrongest point of time. Remember sundownand the giving away to night.Remember your birth, how your mother struggledto give you form and breath. You are evidence ofher life,Continue reading “Remember”
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a BlackbirdBY WALLACE STEVENSIAmong twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. III was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. IIIThe blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IVA man and aContinue reading “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”
Mending wall
Mending WallBY ROBERT FROSTSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall,That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,And spills the upper boulders in the sun;And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.The work of hunters is another thing:I have come after them and made repairWhere they have left not one stone on a stone,But they would haveContinue reading “Mending wall”
As I walked out one evening
As I walked out one eveningBY W.H AUDENAs I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street,The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat.And down by the brimming river I heard a lover singUnder an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no ending.’I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and AfricaContinue reading “As I walked out one evening”
Where the sidewalk ends
Where the sidewalk endsBY SHEL SILVERSTEINThere is a place where the sidewalk endsand before the street begins,and there the grass grows soft and white,and there the sun burns crimson bright,and there the moon-bird rests from his flightto cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackand the dark street windsContinue reading “Where the sidewalk ends”
A dream within a dream
A Dream Within a DreamBY EDGAR ALLAN POETake this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow —You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?Continue reading “A dream within a dream”
