ON my volcano grows the grass,–A meditative spot,An area for a bird to chooseWould be the general thought. How red the fire reeks below,How insecure the sod–Did I disclose, would populateWith awe my solitude. – ON my volcano grows the grass by Emily Dickinson
Poem of the day – V – I lift my heavy heart up solemnly by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,As once Electra her sepulchral urn,And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turnThe ashes at thy feet. Behold and seeWhat a great heap of grief lay hid in me,And how the red wild sparkles dimly burnThrough the ashen greyness. If thy foot in scornCould tread them out to darkness utterly,It … Continued
Poem of the day – The Toucan by Shel Silverstein
Tell me who canCatch a toucan?Lou can. Just how few canRide the toucan?Two can. What kind of goo canStick you to the toucan?Glue can. Who can write someMore about the toucan?You can! – The Toucan by Shel Silverstein
Poem of the day – OLD WOMAN by Carl Sandburg
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echoFrom building and battered paving-stone.The headlight scoffs at the mist,And fixes its yellow rays in the cold slow rain;Against a pane I press my foreheadAnd drowsily look on the walls and sidewalks. The headlight finds the wayAnd life is gone from the wet and the welter–Only an old … Continued
Poem of the day – Irreparableness by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I HAVE been in the meadows all the dayAnd gathered there the nosegay that you seeSinging within myself as bird or beeWhen such do field-work on a morn of May.But, now I look upon my flowers, decayHas met them in my hands more fatallyBecause more warmly clasped,–and sobs are freeTo come instead of songs. What … Continued
Poem of the day – Home And Love by Robert Service
Just Home and Love! the words are smallFour little letters unto each;And yet you will not find in allThe wide and gracious range of speechTwo more so tenderly complete:When angels talk in Heaven above,I’m sure they have no words more sweet Than Home and Love. Just Home and Love! it’s hard to guessWhich of the … Continued
Poem of the day – I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother.They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes,But I laugh,And eat well,And grow strong. Tomorrow,I’ll be at the tableWhen company comes.Nobody’ll dareSay to me,Eat in the kitchen,Then. Besides, They’ll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed– I, too, am America. – I, Too, Sing America … Continued
Poem of the day – THE SLEEPING FLOWERS – "Whose are the little beds," I asked by Emily Dickinson
Whose are the little beds, I asked,Which in the valleys lie?Some shook their heads, and others smiled,And no one made reply. Perhaps they did not hear, I said;I will inquire again.Whose are the beds, the tiny bedsSo thick upon the plain? ‘T is daisy in the shortest;A little farther on,Nearest the door to wake the … Continued
Poem of the day – LOVE’S HUMILITY – My worthiness is all my doubt by Emily Dickinson
My worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear,Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear; Lest I should insufficient prove For his beloved need,The chiefest apprehension Within my loving creed. So I, the undivine abode Of his elect content,Conform my soul as ‘t were a church Unto her sacrament. – LOVE’S HUMILITY – … Continued
Poem of the day – A Man Young And Old: VIII. Summer And Spring by William Butler Yeats
We sat under an old thorn-treeAnd talked away the night,Told all that had been said or doneSince first we saw the light,And when we talked of growing upKnew that we’d halved a soulAnd fell the one in t’other’s armsThat we might make it whole;Then peter had a murdering look,For it seemed that he and sheHad … Continued