Poem of the day – I heard an Angel singing by William Blake

Poem of the day - I heard an Angel singing by William Blake
I heard an Angel singingWhen the day was springing:`Mercy, Pity, PeaceIs the world’s release.’Thus he sang all dayOver the new-mown hay,Till the sun went down,And haycocks lookèd brown. I heard a Devil curseOver the heath and the furze:`Mercy could be no moreIf there was nobody poor, `And Pity no more could be,If all were as ...

Edwin Abbott

Edwin Abbott
You, who are blessed with shade as well as light, you, who are gifted with two eyes, endowed with a knowledge of perspective, and charmed with the enjoyment of various colors, you, who can actually see…the Three Dimensions—how shall I make clear to you the extreme difficulty which we in Flatland experience in recognizing one ...

Poem of the day – Juke Box Love Song by Langston Hughes

Poem of the day - Juke Box Love Song by Langston Hughes
I could take the Harlem nightand wrap around you,Take the neon lights and make a crown,Take the Lenox Avenue busses,Taxis, subways,And for your love song tone their rumble down.Take Harlem’s heartbeat,Make a drumbeat,Put it on a record, let it whirl,And while we listen to it play,Dance with you till day–Dance with you, my sweet brown ...

Herbert N. Casson

Herbert N. Casson
When he applied his mind to a problem, it became at once an enthralling arena, in which there went whirling a chariot-race of ideas and inventive fancies. Discuss Herbert N. Casson

Beatrix Potter

Beatrix Potter
Thank goodness…I was never sent to school…it would have rubbed off some of the originality. Discuss Beatrix Potter

Poem of the day – The Fascination Of What’s Difficult by William Butler Yeats

Poem of the day -     The Fascination Of What's Difficult by William Butler Yeats
THE fascination of what’s difficultHas dried the sap out of my veins, and rentSpontaneous joy and natural contentOut of my heart. There’s something ails our coltThat must, as if it had not holy bloodNor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and joltAs though it dragged road-metal. My curse on ...

Poem of the day – Requiescat by Dorothy Parker

Poem of the day -     Requiescat by Dorothy Parker
Tonight my love is sleeping cold Where none may see and none shall pass.The daisies quicken in the mold, And richer fares the meadow grass. The warding cypress pleads the skies, The mound goes level in the rain.My love all cold and silent lies- Pray God it will not rise again! – Requiescat by Dorothy ...

Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done. Discuss Virginia Woolf

Kate Wiggin

Kate Wiggin
Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever fresh and radiant possibility. Discuss Kate Wiggin

Poem of the day – A poor torn heart, a tattered heart by Emily Dickinson

Poem of the day - A poor torn heart, a tattered heart by Emily Dickinson
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,That sat it down to rest,Nor noticed that the ebbing dayFlowed silver to the west,Nor noticed night did soft descendNor constellation burn,Intent upon the visionOf latitudes unknown. The angels, happening that way,This dusty heart espied;Tenderly took it up from toilAnd carried it to God.There, — sandals for the barefoot;There, ...