Assault I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound After a year of silence, else I think I should not so have ventured forth alone At dusk upon this unfrequented road. II I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk Between me and the crying of the frogs? Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to [...]
Archive for September, 2007
Poem of the Day: Assault
Posted in millar, millay, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, st. vincent, Write, Writer, writing on 09/28/2007 | 1 Comment »
Poem of the Day: The Jabberwocky
Posted in carroll, jabberwocky, lewis, nonsense, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 09/27/2007 | 1 Comment »
The Jabberwocky ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long [...]
Poem of the Day: A Supermarket in California
Posted in ginsberg, lonely, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, thoughts, Write, Writer, writing on 09/25/2007 | 1 Comment »
A Supermarket in California What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! [...]
Poem of the Day: Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things to Worry About
Posted in judith viorst, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, spell, worry, Write, Writer, writing on 09/24/2007 | 2 Comments »
Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things to Worry About My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board. My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit. Miss Brearly could ask me to spell words like stomach and special. (Stumick and speshul?) I could play tag all day and always be “it.” [...]
Poem of the Day: from Last Poems
Posted in housman, i a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, stranger, Write, Writer, writing on 09/23/2007 | 2 Comments »
from Last Poems THE laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me; And if my ways are not as theirs Let them mind their own affairs. Their deeds I judge and much condemn, Yet when [...]
Poem of the Day: Poem at Thirty
Posted in life, Michael Ryan, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, thirty, wake, Write, Writer, writing on 09/22/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Poem at Thirty The rich little kids across the street twist their swings in knots. Near me, on the porch, wasps jazz old nesting tunes and don’t get wild over human sweat. This is the first summer of my middle life. I ought to be content. The mindless harsh process of history; with its diverse [...]
Poem of the Day: In Paths Untrodden
Posted in men, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Whitman, Write, Writer, writing on 09/21/2007 | Leave a Comment »
In Paths Untrodden, from “Calamus” In paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the standards hitherto publish’d, from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed my soul, Clear to me now standards not yet publish’d, clear to me that [...]
Poem of the Day: My Heart Leaps Up
Posted in My Heart Leaps Up, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, wordsworth, Write, Writer, writing on 09/20/2007 | Leave a Comment »
My Heart Leaps Up My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my [...]
Poem of the Day: God Is All Ways Right
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, right, steven schwarz, Write, Writer, writing on 09/18/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Today’s poem of of the day submitted by Steven Schwarz. God is always right Some people say there’s nothing but Matter Others say it’s all Energy. Some say that everything is Information Others say it’s all Awareness. Some say that Love is all there is Others say that God is all there is. God says: [...]
Poem of the Day: I Belong There
Posted in home, I, i belong there, mahmoud darwish, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, there, window, Write, Writer, writing on 09/17/2007 | Leave a Comment »
I Belong There I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born. I have a mother, a house with many windows, brothers, friends, and a prison cell with a chilly window! I have a wave snatched by seagulls, a panorama of my own. I have a saturated meadow. In the [...]
