CHOICE: poem of the week

CHOICEBy Angela Morgan I’d rather have the thought of youTo hold against my heart,My spirit to be taught of youWith west winds blowing,Than all the warm caressesOf another love’s bestowing,Or all the glories of the worldIn which you had no part.I’d rather have the theme of youTo thread my nights and days,I’d rather have theContinue reading “CHOICE: poem of the week”

Acquainted: poem of the day

ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT By Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood stillContinue reading “Acquainted: poem of the day”

Remember: poem of the day

REMEMBERBy Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land;When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of our future that you plann’d:Only remember me; you understandIt will be lateContinue reading “Remember: poem of the day”

Sylvia: poem of the day

SYLVIABy George Etherege The Nymph that undoes me, is fair and unkind;No less than a wonder by Nature designed.She’s the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye;And the cause of a flame that never can die!Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows,Has the beautiful blush, and the smell, of the rose.Love andContinue reading “Sylvia: poem of the day”

To my valentine: poem of the day

TO MY VALENTINEBy Ogden Nash More than a catbird hates a cat,Or a criminal hates a clue,Or the Axis hates the United States,That’s how much I love you.I love you more than a duck can swim,And more than a grapefruit squirts,I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,And more than a toothacheContinue reading “To my valentine: poem of the day”

What thing is love?

What Thing Is Love?by George Peele What thing is love? for sure love is a thing.It is a prick, it is a sting,It is a pretty, pretty thing;It is a fire, it is a coal,Whose flame creeps in at every hole;And as my wit doth best devise,Love’s dwelling is in ladies’ eyes,From whence do glanceContinue reading “What thing is love?”