The Lake Isle O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, With the little bright boxes piled up neatly upon the shelves And the loose fragrant cavendish and the shag, And the bright Virginia loose under the bright glass cases, And a pair [...]
Archive for June, 2007
Poem of the Day: The Lake Isle
Posted in Ezra Pound, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, The Lake Isle, Write, Writer on 06/13/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the Day: Sadie and Maud
Posted in Gwendolyn Brooks, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Sadie and Maud, Write, Writer on 06/12/2007 | 2 Comments »
Sadie and Maud Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn’t leave a tangle in Her comb found every strand. Sadie was one of the livingest chicks In all the land. Sadie bore two babies Under her maiden name. Maud and Ma and Papa Nearly died [...]
Poem of the Day: Lucinda Matlock
Posted in Edgar Lee Masters, Lucinda Matlock, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 06/11/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Lucinda Matlock I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in the moonlight of middle June, And then I found Davis. We were married and lived together for seventy years, Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children, Eight of whom we lost Ere I had [...]
Poem of the Day: The Writer
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Richard Wilbur, The Writer, Write, Writer on 06/08/2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Writer In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story. I pause in the stairwell, hearing From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys Like a chain hauled over a gunwale. Young as she is, the stuff Of [...]
Poem of the Day: A precious – mouldering pleasure – ’tis
Posted in dickinson, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 06/07/2007 | Leave a Comment »
A precious — mouldering pleasure — ’tis – To meet an Antique Book – In just the Dress his Century wore – A privilege — I think – His venerable Hand to take – And warming in our own – A passage back — or two — to make – To Times when he — [...]
Poem of the Day: Dolor
Posted in dolor, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, theodore roethke, Write, Writer on 06/06/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Dolor I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage, Desolation in immaculate public places, Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard, The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher, Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma, Endless duplicaton of lives and objects. [...]
Poem of the Day: Color of the Flower
Posted in japanese, Ono no Komachi, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 06/05/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Color of the flower Has already faded away, While in idle thoughts My life passes vainly by, As I watch the long rains fall. -Ono no Komachi
Poem of the Day: Her Reply
Posted in Her Reply, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Sir Walter Raleigh, Write, Writer on 06/04/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Her Reply IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold; When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to [...]
Poem of the Day: Achill
Posted in Achill, Derek Mahon, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 06/01/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Achill I lie and imagine a first light gleam in the bay After one more night of erosion and nearer the grave, Then stand and gaze from the window at break of day As a shearwater skims the ridge of an incoming wave; And I think of my son a dolphin in the [...]
