Of bronze and blaze The north, to-night! So adequate its forms,So preconcerted with itself, So distant to alarms, —An unconcern so sovereign To universe, or me,It paints my simple spirit With tints of majesty,Till I take vaster attitudes, And strut upon my stem,Disdaining men and oxygen, For arrogance of them. My splendors are menagerie; But … Continued
Poem of the day – There’s been a death in the opposite house by Emily Dickinson
There’s been a death in the opposite house As lately as to-day.I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out, The doctor drives away.A window opens like a pod, Abrupt, mechanically; Somebody flings a mattress out, — The children hurry by;They wonder if It died on that, … Continued
Poem of the day – IN SHADOW – I dreaded that first robin so by Emily Dickinson
I dreaded that first robin so,But he is mastered now,And I ‘m accustomed to him grown, —He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only liveTill that first shout got by,Not all pianos in the woodsHad power to mangle me. I dared not meet the daffodils,For fear their yellow gownWould pierce me with … Continued
Poem of the day – AND THEY OBEY by Carl Sandburg
SMASH down the cities.Knock the walls to pieces.Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses and homesInto loose piles of stone and lumber and black burnt wood: You are the soldiers and we command you. Build up the cities.Set up the walls again.Put together once more the factories and cathedrals, warehouses and homesInto buildings for life and … Continued
Poem of the day – My Rocking-Chair by Robert Service
When I am old and worse for wearI want to buy a rocking-chair,And set it on a porch where shineThe stars of morning-glory vine;With just beyond, a gleam of grass,A shady street where people pass;And some who come with time to spare,To yarn beside my rocking-chair.Then I will light my corn-cob pipeAnd dose and dream … Continued
Poem of the day – Little Brother by Robert Service
Wars have been and wars will beTill the human race is run;Battles red by land and sea,Never peace beneath the sun.I am old and little care;I’ll be cold, my lips be dumb:Brother mine, beware, beware . . .Evil looms the wrath to come. Eastern skies are dark with strife,Western lands are stark with fear;Rumours of … Continued
Poem of the day – The Good-Morrow by John Donne
I WONDER by my troth, what thou and IDid, till we loved ? were we not wean’d till then ?But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly ?Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den ?‘Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, ’twas but … Continued
Poem of the day – Foresight by William Wordsworth
That is work of waste and ruin– Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all, We must spare them–here are many: Look at it–the flower is small, Small and low, though fair as any: Do not touch it! summers two I am older, Anne, than you. Pull the primrose, sister Anne! Pull … Continued
Poem of the day – AUTUMN – The morns are meeker than they were by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,The nuts are getting brown;The berry’s cheek is plumper,The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf,The field a scarlet gown.Lest I should be old-fashioned,I’ll put a trinket on. – AUTUMN – The morns are meeker than they were by Emily Dickinson
Poem of the day – Upon the gallows hung a wretch by Emily Dickinson
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Too sullied for the hellTo which the law entitled him. As nature’s curtain fellThe one who bore him tottered in, For this was woman’s son.‘T was all I had,’ she stricken gasped; Oh, what a livid boon! – Upon the gallows hung a wretch by Emily Dickinson