Today’s poem of the day, entered by Michelle. The Wintered Soul Among Wisteria Originally published in SP Quill Magazine as the Word Wizard Challenge Winner One need not read her horoscope to know this woman’s fate, and though wisteria cascades sweet blooms of lavender like snow outside her door, it’s still Siberia pervading the dimensions [...]
Archive for August, 2007
Poem of the Day: The Wintered Soul Among Wisteria
Posted in dietrich, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, winter, wisteria, Write, Writer, writing on 08/17/2007 | 3 Comments »
You Send Me a Poem, I’ll Send You a Book
Posted in 4x1, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 08/16/2007 | 1 Comment »
Many thanks to those people who are sending in poetry they love and expressing why they love it. From the intellectual to the emotional or anything in between, I’m just looking for sincerity. In other words, don’t be daunted if you aren’t Susan Sontag. To enter, click on the hand in the post below.
Poem of the Day: Blight
Posted in emerson, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, truth, Write, Writer, writing on 08/16/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Blight Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs and simples of the wood, Rue, cinquefoil, gill, vervain, and pimpernel, Blue-vetch, and trillium, hawkweed, sassafras, Milkweeds, and murky brakes, quaint pipes and sundew, And rare and virtuous roots, which in these woods Draw [...]
Poem of the Day: Lucifer
Posted in erez, hegel, lucifer, muske, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 08/15/2007 | 1 Comment »
Our first reader submission. Many thanks to Erez and his very erudite explanation of why he chose this poem. Enjoy! To participate in the Send me a poem/I’ll send you a book celebration, click here. Lucifer (Originally published in The American Poetry Review) Two A.M. and we’re on Lucifer, arguing, drinking, one of us a Believer. I [...]
Poem of the Day: I Sit and Look Out
Posted in look, poem, poem of the day, poet, sit, society, Whitman, Write, Writer, writing on 08/14/2007 | 1 Comment »
I Sit and Look Out I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame; I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done; I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate; I [...]
You Send Me a Poem, I’ll Send You a Book
Posted in inconnue, Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, press, Write, Writer, writing on 08/13/2007 | 17 Comments »
The contest closed Monday, August 20, 2007. Thanks to all those who entered! We’re so close, I can feel it. In a couple days, this site will reach the 3,000 3,500 visitors mark, which is such a lovely thought I get a little choked up. It means that people, lots of people, are still reading [...]
Poem of the Day: I am Much Too Alone in This World
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, rilke, too much alone, world, Write, Writer, writing on 08/13/2007 | 4 Comments »
I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing, dark and smart. I want [...]
Poem of the Day: Pied Beauty
Posted in Hopkins, pied beauty, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, praise, Write, Writer, writing on 08/09/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Pied Beauty GLORY be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; 5 And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is [...]
Poem of the Day: Psalm
Posted in judith hall, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, psalm, sex, Write, Writer, writing on 08/08/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Psalm for the flutes Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man Whatever they say sounds like laughing… -Judith Hall
Poem of the Day: The Cap and Bells
Posted in cap and bells, love, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, sex, Write, Writer, Yeats on 08/07/2007 | 1 Comment »
THE CAP AND BELLS THE jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window-sill. It rose in a straight blue garment, When owls began to call: It had grown wise-tongued by thinking Of a quiet and light footfall; But the young queen would [...]
