Mama said I’d lose my headIf it wasn’t fastened on.Today I guess it wasn’t‘Cause while playing with my cousinIt fell off and rolled awayAnd now its gone. And I can’t look for it‘Cause my eyes are in it,And I can’t call to it‘Cause my mouth is on it(Couldn’t hear me anyway‘Cause my ears are on … Continued
Monthly Archives: March 2012
Poem of the day – Flower in the Crannied Wall by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower—but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is. – Flower in the Crannied Wall by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Poem of the day – Lindy Lou by Robert Service
If the good King only knew, Lindy Lou,What a cherub child are you, It is true,He would step down from his throne,And would claim you for his own,Then whatever would I do, Lindy Lou? As I kiss your tiny feet, Lindy Lou,I just feel I want to eat All of you.What’s so heaven-sweet and mildAs … Continued
Poem of the day – AT LENGTH by Emily Dickinson
Her final summer was it,And yet we guessed it not;If tenderer industriousnessPervaded her, we thought A further force of lifeDeveloped from within, —When Death lit all the shortness up,And made the hurry plain. We wondered at our blindness, —When nothing was to seeBut her Carrara guide-post, —At our stupidity, When, duller than our dulness,The busy … Continued
Poem of the day – THE MOUNTAIN – The mountain sat upon the plain by Emily Dickinson
The mountain sat upon the plainIn his eternal chair,His observation omnifold,His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees,Like children round a sire:Grandfather of the days is he,Of dawn the ancestor. – THE MOUNTAIN – The mountain sat upon the plain by Emily Dickinson
Poem of the day – With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh, by William Wordsworth
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed; Some lying fast at anchor in the road, Some veering up and down, one knew not why. A goodly vessel did I then espy Come like a giant from a haven broad; And lustily along the bay she … Continued
Poem of the day – In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good ; ; ;Will be the final end of ill, ; ; ;To pangs of nature, sins of will,Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;That nothing walks with aimless feet; ; ; ;That not one life shall be destroy’d, ; ; ;Or cast as rubbish to the void,When God … Continued