A Song On the End of the World On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be. On the day the world ends Women [...]
Archive for June, 2007
Poem of the Day: A Song On the End of the World
Posted in czeslaw, milosz, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, world, Write, Writer on 06/29/2007 | 2 Comments »
Poem of the Day: Song
Posted in donne, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Song, words, Write, Writer on 06/28/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Song Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil’s foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy’s stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. If thou be’st born to strange sights, [...]
Poem of the Day: Auguries of Innocence
Posted in Blake, Innocence, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 06/27/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Auguries of Innocence To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons Shudders hell through all [...]
Poem of the Day: Sorrow at Something
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, sad, sorrow, Write, Writer on 06/26/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Sorrow at Something i guess you can feel it how I am hiding between shutters like a sparrow in the open room there is nothing in me. shapes are not something. I witness myself before and after each breath tightening the chain around nothing. i am calling an apology from a great distance sorrow at [...]
Poem of the Day: Well Water
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Randall Jarrell, Well Water, Write, Writer on 06/22/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Well Water What a girl called “the dailiness of life” (Adding an errand to your errand. Saying, “Since you’re up . . .” Making you a means to A means to a means to) is well water Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world. The pump you pump the water from [...]
Poem of the Day: A Child Said, What is the Grass?
Posted in hope, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Whitman, Write, Writer on 06/21/2007 | Leave a Comment »
A child said, What is the grass? A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff [...]
Poem of the Day: Still
Posted in A. R. Ammons, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Still, Write, Writer on 06/20/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Still I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I’ll wake up and find the lowly nearby, a handy focus and reminder, a ready measure of my significance, the voice by which I would be heard, the wills, the kinds of selfishness I could [...]
Poem of the Day: A Quick One Before I Go
Posted in A Quick One Before I Go, David Lehman, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 06/19/2007 | Leave a Comment »
A Quick One Before I Go There comes a time in every man’s life when he thinks: I have never had a single original thought in my life including this one & therefore I shall eliminate all ideas from my poems which shall consist of cats, rice, rain baseball cards, fire escapes, hanging plants red [...]
Poem of the Day: Invictus
Posted in Henley, Invictus, poem, poem of the day, poet, Write, Writer on 06/18/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Invictus Out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud Under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed Beyond this place of wrath [...]
Poem of the Day: my father moved through dooms of love
Posted in cummings, my father moved through dooms of love, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 06/14/2007 | 1 Comment »
my father moved through dooms of love my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height this motionless forgetful where turned at his glance to shining here; that if(so timid air is firm) under his [...]
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